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OFF TO SLEEP WE DROP
Off to sleep we drop,
you lying on top,
when love has been made
and day's stresses laid
to rest in the dust
of our burned off lust.
Your arms round my head,
weight pins me to bed,
your head, on my chest,
takes a sideward rest.
stirring my chest's hair
with your exhaled air.
you lying on top,
when love has been made
and day's stresses laid
to rest in the dust
of our burned off lust.
Your arms round my head,
weight pins me to bed,
your head, on my chest,
takes a sideward rest.
stirring my chest's hair
with your exhaled air.
Published 2nd Jul 2023
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