I used to sleep with my Mom, words...
We used to dance and clap every night
Twice and more everyday
It was lust on my pillow, I say...
I thought of nothing else but
Flying by the wind blow
Though I hearts for one or more ladies
I say... it was lust on my pillow
I was tanned
My blanket was tucked tightly
But I chose to break it by my wave
Cause I had lust on my pillow... said
 (Ane Rai; Poetry; Monday, April, 2016)
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