paint me pink, o queen of passion.
draw the wild breeze of day unto us
and after, the still of night
unto my racing soul.
it finds no rest till it finds you,
no pleasure till it lays warm
in your bosom.
and again, queen o'passion, again,
tear down these walls of inhibition,
enter as you may,
unleash and
set me free
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