Alone of all her sex کے بول

there is no higher land your flesh is warm sand the greatset tenderness the times i'm near you she holds her hands she is the hunger artist alone of all her sex the storm of fire, the feeling alone of all her sex taken in by her arms taken in by your mouth softly joined foerever the sign of beauty dressed in humility she is the hunger artist alone of all her sex the storm of fire, the feeling alone of all her sex