Deepest Crevice

“And what is that fragrance

That cuddles my little grey cells

And held me captive

In the deepest crevice

of my darkest night

Through mazy pathways

The wonder of you

Clusters in patches

Of broken dew

Through summer neglect

Above the frothy dunes

Peaks the silken embrace

Of curvy primal steed

Of your scented breath.

pillow of my dreams

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you are the pillow of my dreams

in my dreams you are the pillow

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