Twin Cities Pink
Resistance burns pink in fondled captures,
Bushes wet in slippery raptures,
Music swells thumping the golden gate head,
Acoustic beats resound with tender threads.
Desires bonded within slow rhythmic speeds,
Upturns notes and resonating strings,
Sharp random musical yearns turn to cry;
Longing to jump in for the bumpy ride?
Entwined bodies learn the melody song;
Quake and quiver like a multi-struck prong.
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