We are on, like two brilliant gems.
These two take our sister's hand and teach her tonight.
It's OK to laugh, not just cry and fight.
Indeed birds sing gently past this long day at best.
This goddess is nervous and wonders if she'll pass the test.
The ladies of the night finally arrive.
There will be songs, adventures, and a sense of being truly alive.
Surrounded by my sisters.
We laugh, sing, create, and tempt the mister.
To another we've bruised, sparred, and still hold hands.
The lone star state can't break these bands.
Our musical sisters talk of lust and try to corrupt with tattoos.
They tell of kinky things anew.
A walk through a forest, yes I agree.
I always enjoy our endless repartee.
For once time passes slow,
from within in french she beckons, 'sejour.'
The next moment our trio is incomplete
is something disturbing going to erupt?
Oh God the two are together, what do they say?
Can eyes discern each others ways?
Heart racing, where are you? Goddess at my side we search.
For a second two beautiful birds on a common birch.
What seemed like forever to two playful nymphs he's returned.
This goddess wonders what he has learned.
Amid the screaming banshees,
troubadours in black, trays of shots, and sips of fuel,
we're not quite following the golden rule.
Picture perfect game of temptation,
we follow through and enjoy this touch sensation.
Tales of Tidal Atlas almost shared,
again interrupted before these words are declared.
In the end,
I won't pretend.
In fact, I've decided to protect you from blight.
Mother of all will surround your organic light.
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