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Pressed Upon My Window
Raindrops pressed upon my window
but it was locked
my eyes, scorched along with the underbrush
couldn't see
but you peered in anyways
digging deep, you found a shaft
a breech, I wasn't counting on
and you crawled across my threshold
storms weakened
and my knees grew steady for a day
morning roused and bit my tongue
but words weren't there to praise
and tongues would just get in the way
it was a touch that was needed
tenderness of heart
putting together what was apart
my blindness was seen in every feel
as my fingers undid your blouse
I caressed you whole
lathered you in seduction
as you took my soul
but I was kind and gave you all
of what was hiding inside my mind
but it was locked
my eyes, scorched along with the underbrush
couldn't see
but you peered in anyways
digging deep, you found a shaft
a breech, I wasn't counting on
and you crawled across my threshold
storms weakened
and my knees grew steady for a day
morning roused and bit my tongue
but words weren't there to praise
and tongues would just get in the way
it was a touch that was needed
tenderness of heart
putting together what was apart
my blindness was seen in every feel
as my fingers undid your blouse
I caressed you whole
lathered you in seduction
as you took my soul
but I was kind and gave you all
of what was hiding inside my mind
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