In my hair, in the undecided curls and waves
I see the women before me, their own forgotten
From my hands come forth
All I can do and all I choose to not
In my breasts are housed my fears, my joy, my desires
And regret and longing, below
From you I receive and to you I give
Pride and skin and lust and peace
Give your body to me, and mine is yours
I see the women before me, their own forgotten
From my hands come forth
All I can do and all I choose to not
In my breasts are housed my fears, my joy, my desires
And regret and longing, below
From you I receive and to you I give
Pride and skin and lust and peace
Give your body to me, and mine is yours
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