Delhi

She’s a runaway slave that needs a new masters touch
She’s a bare footed beauty with a captive print
She’s a lost paradise waiting to be found
She’s a move on my tongue that slurs around the edge
Shes an edgy rush on a frosty new day
She’s a dim light shining in the bright of the night
She’s a pulsating heart in a river full flood
She’s won me over and I’m hers to be one

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