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Exposure

Our minds were near, the rumors
Our crossings a memory sparked
Nothing proven but evidence gathers
My rockets for you in the dark

Eye to eye no one is sure
Every inch powered exponential
Through nervous lips our tongues are drawn
Electric caress coming central

Decompose my rigid stance
Destabilize my composure
A distance down, a taste, a glance
Of naked love exposure

Our two tongues circle nowhere close
To our mouths where they first met
Yours tied to my trembling post
Mine gentle folds you wet

(chorus [instrumental, chorus])

Feel this only for yourself
Pleasure shared with you is mine
Our only breath, our skin our sweat
Your smile, my spurs in time

(chorus, repeat)

9/25/2025

Obstructed View: The Belle of the Spell (Allons la Neige)

Demo - 9/27/25

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