Tilly

Tonight
I
Live,
Loving
You.

 

The chain which would conceal this fire
Is loosen’d if you but desire:
Like impulse of a wind-born seed,
Let my heart from its chain be freed –
Your look, your glance, is all I need.

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Stranger, here you will do well to tarry; here our highest good is pleasure.