You are a warrior
Painted up old school in blue whirls to a god you do not name
You smile as I pull off your shirt
I trace my fingers over your sweat slicked skin
Worshiping a god I do not name
I smile as I lick the scar roughened skin
You look at me eyes gone passion dark
There is a heat rising from us
We are transforming
In each others eyes we are warriors
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Burn Burn Burn
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