That she bends time to her will is no disguise When she moves, time stops cold I have seen eyes as deep as hers only in dreams where lavender tucks the corners of a soft mattress back for movement She is the purity and beauty of a starry sky blessed with a wisdom that reaches further back than ever mankind could hope to witness She came to me once, drifting on a curtain of air To see her cheeks smile like that, her smooth dark skin— Something stirred in the air Not her breath on my neck nor her kisses on my cheek The delicate way her fingers held me— her substance moved as her soul burdened the weight of all she cried for Something stirred— some delicate substance burdened she and she moved, breathed her fire on my neck And I can’t remember what it is
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That she bends time to her will is no disguise When she moves, time stops cold I have seen eyes as deep as hers only in dreams where lavender tucks the corners of a soft mattress back for movement She is the purity and beauty of a starry sky blessed with a wisdom that reaches further back than ever mankind could hope to witness She came to me once, drifting on a curtain of air To see her cheeks smile like that, her smooth dark skin— Something stirred in the air Not her breath on my neck nor her kisses on my cheek The delicate way her fingers held me— her substance moved as her soul burdened the weight of all she cried for Something stirred— some delicate substance burdened she and she moved, breathed her fire on my neck And I can’t remember what it is