Swaying in slow wind,
Like loose clothe on a line.
A rare emotion,
a feeling
that demands and begs
More than it asks politely.
Pain like an itch,
Or a tear of skin into flesh,
Could never beat desire.
Swaying in slow wind,
Like loose clothe on a line.
A rare emotion,
a feeling
that demands and begs
More than it asks politely.
Pain like an itch,
Or a tear of skin into flesh,
Could never beat desire.