Your movement moves me
In deep places
Dark hidden treasuries of life
My own and yours
How you see me swells my waters
The smell of skin warming against skin
Nothing to make no future
And no pressure
But the call of the oldest part of me
Your movement moves me
In deep places
Dark hidden treasuries of life
My own and yours
How you see me swells my waters
The smell of skin warming against skin
Nothing to make no future
And no pressure
But the call of the oldest part of me