A Deep Blues, Cass
Cass,
the night is silent,
only dry wood burns in the fireplace,
and your naked body breaks the darkness,
your shadow is the rhythm of the blues,
my spiritual outburst,
sensual note, a pain that cry, and in between a dance of bodies
some blues, some slow-burning wood, two bodies in lust, and a penetration of souls.
The night is silent, silent with blues.
you are my blues Cass.
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