Sacred parts
Your get aways
You come along
On summer days
Tenderly
Tastefully.
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Koketit Wants Slow Hands
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you’ve wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet blaze
Can’t you see what you’ve done
To my heart and soul?