Wetness meets warmth, wilderness tumbles
Behind closed doors of yesteryear's failings
You lock your arms around moonlit railings
When breath meets skin, a magical mark appears
Lips dissolve into lips and the world disappears
And then you come up for air as if you'd drown
But blessings are being handed on lust's crown
Wine, vodka, wonky, vodoo watery wishes
Hand out a handy mix to yield to death's wanton kisses
And, that's how dear life,
you kiss a dream, on his full cotton lips
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