The sun sinks into my skin
Like you have done so many times before
It warms as I remember your touch.
A breeze carrying a kiss
from the memory of your breath
Shadows dance like we do
nested dove of god
atop pulpit's decadence?
On the internet on an autumn day
I saw her first posting and knew
That her magic touch would make it such
That I might one day rue
But I saw the danger and I passed
And entered her enchanted...
T.I.S.T. Album Songby
Teach Me to Love, Pleaseby
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