As she holds the doorframe,
his touches bless her.
She utters
“more.”
Eyes shut, neither demand
nor agency.
Time to…
roar.
written by Emmylou Wainwright
Westwood ballad
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5 sec read
As she holds the doorframe,
his touches bless her.
She utters
“more.”
Eyes shut, neither demand
nor agency.
Time to…
roar.
written by Emmylou Wainwright
