Hanging Rondine
I am hanging by a lit fuse
fingers crossed the timing is right;
You ask me once and I just might
show you exactly what I choose;
This love I don’t want to diffuse,
feels so good to be wound so tight;
I am hanging;
All of you I want to peruse
every touch just scream with delight;
I’m not ready to say goodnight;
Fierce current I need to let loose
I am hanging.
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