your hands I relish to teach;
the art they forbid they to preach;
the dance of skin, eternal bliss;
moment's heaven, a worthy risk;
passion blazes from Cupid's wings;
the art of pleasure your touch brings;
oh, for when is lust forgiven?
when God made man passion-driven?
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
