Primal Touches
Primal Touches
Flesh so new and flesh so electric
My surging heart it pumps so quick
Her skin like satin in its glowing
Her grace I treasure for her bestowing
Primal touches a song of early spring
To the passion in me I do thee sing
Songs of ecstasy and hymns of love
To heaven I feel it’s warming up above
To the wings that hover above my pillow
Like angels’ brewing for a weeping willow
A drink of pleasure and a taste of passion
A total regard for what’s in fashion
Our first kiss an intoxicating moment
Must have been magic that heaven has sent
A seed cast by Ishtar, Goddess of love
To be reaped by my soul, my fluttering dove
Love, what hast thou done to me?
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