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Path Of Sin…

Your head on my arm…
We nestled together in this farm.
The fragrance is scattered in the breeze,
Our hearts laugh together with ease.
The crickets play the music so loud,
The night is filled with their sound.
The moisture in the air is kissing our skin,
Giving us chills and making our patience thin.
Your warm breath made the night sound dim,
Your soft, delicate touch moved our bodies on a path of sin…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag