Sunday, February 18, 2007



he tastes like moonlight
and warm summer nights
where i am lost
in timeless heights

he smells of fire and wind
stormclouds and sin
and i breathe his breath
and give in..give in

he speaks of secret things
volumes forgotten..ancient
his whispers deep..my body sings


he feels like ressurection

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks for writing this.

1:26 PM  

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