rescue

the soft light and tender music
who will find and who will lose it?
every breath as touch on skin
is it rescue? is it sin?

slow dance and eyes to eyes
am I perfect, am I nice?
curtains closed, no more guests
hear your wisper: "you are best"

no more secrets, no more games
you my sin, my secret blame
tender music, kiss on neck
you're my rescue, no way back.

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