Holding On
la vapeur monte, mon désir
A breeze brushes lightly across bare eyes
longing pools of desire penetrate
deep into the cradle that is you
and I crave to delve
Waters drip dewing at a touch
caressing the morning air
engulfed in passion's first kiss
My lair awaits the Ravens call
to dissipate
with nature's scent knocking
high upon your window
Hope rests in the middle
the church bells ring
my world keeps spinning
and I'm holding on • to you
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