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Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter's liquid
But your body's pine
You love all sailors
But hate the beach
You say "Come touch me"
But you're always out of reach
In the dark
You me of a flower
That only blooms
In the violet hour
arms are lovely
and rose
a meadow
in snow
thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
You your sweet breath
And me wait
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
That blooms
In the hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
You change the station
Turn up the heat
And now setting
Upon your chair
You`ve got me tangled up
Inside your beautiful hair
In the dark you
Tell me of a flower
That blooms
In the violet hour
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
blooms
In the hour
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter's liquid
But your body's pine
You love all sailors
But hate the beach
You say "Come touch me"
But you're always out of reach
In the dark
You me of a flower
That only blooms
In the violet hour
arms are lovely
and rose
a meadow
in snow
thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
You your sweet breath
And me wait
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
That blooms
In the hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
You change the station
Turn up the heat
And now setting
Upon your chair
You`ve got me tangled up
Inside your beautiful hair
In the dark you
Tell me of a flower
That blooms
In the violet hour
In the dark
You tell me of a flower
blooms
In the hour
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