Closing my eyes, in thoughts listening to Rachmaninoff Desiring your flesh, thin as onion skin, as I kiss you And your shadow responds to my midnight wish As eyes of the dawn peek through our window And clouds of gray like thunder rumble With a crescendo of the approaching storm And your lips of sweet creep of the merry widow Like fingers stirring my mind's martini While my
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