Tsh,  wan eyes full of fire, c a n ' t  feel paper soul b u r n in desire, parted l i p s whispered and begged for m o r e . . .  overcome, sweet e s s e n c e of skin drown within t h e pleasure,  t o r n out heart with p a s s i o n . . . spread wings, i n the a i r , danced with falling leaves, n o one t h e r e . . . spirit h o l d ' s your hand

                                                                                                                                                                                         mind d i e d