A September in Saturn

Bold fire, burning temptations

Brown bush, growing seeds

Smell of wash away

The taste for silk skin

A girl of night dreams

 

Something we have

Brings to life

Balance or solace, maybe

 

Something in you

Makes me want

To engrave a kiss

On your shoulders, or thighs

In difference

 

Strong connections, wetted lips

Reddened for interference

Coherent with the bliss we make

 

Yes,

The bliss we make

Makes us indifferent

Our stake in time

Our fate in show

Our names in September

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