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she breathes heavy but
she don’t smoke
oh she breathes heavy
she don’t smoke

laying in my bed
like a man on a cross
naked as the day her momma
bore her

she rolls over
her back arcs
her shoulder blades make jagged
mountains as she rests on her
elbows

eyes blend into the wood

I got a taste of her
now no hands satisfy me
I just prowl the yard at night
like a stray cat
howling and mewing at my own shadows

I tell my priest
if I ever touch her again
I’ll burn a house down
out of unbridled youthful
joy and pain