edge of desire
let’s reach higher
don’t say a word
just lie here beside me..
syllables twist us
getting in the way
defining how we should be
what we should see..
doubting arises
hysteria crisis
questioning who we are..
mind and heart reaching out
closing up the gap of doubt
looking to feel what is real
see what is true..
clean the slate
it’s not to late
let’s speak a language all our own
find me I’m yours
just take me home..

as per sir paul
a figure of eight
do not be late
as i designate
the bed of
our sexual congress!
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I love all your writes
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Awww…the sign of infinity! Beautiful composition La Marr…questioning who we are! 😍🦋😘💖🥰
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Yes❤️
Thank you for the love
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Oh you’re very welcome La Marr. My pleasure! 🤩🥂😘💖🥰
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💕💕💕
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Can recognise the experience and the feelings which you describe so elegantly.
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Thank you for your sweet words
I appreciate it!
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