irish eyes

there was a lover once i had,
who with his fingers traced my hand,

and when he lingered at my lips,
it was the deepest river kiss

he took me down and held me there
and when his fingers traced my hips,
i followed like the sand

there was a lover once i had
who shaped my body with the sea
and when my soul was freshly bathed,
he gave it back to me

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