June 2, 2010

skin . lips . cells . moisture . heat

the idea that our time may be soon
is a dream i see in waking moments
when there is no sun and only clouds
you are standing in front of me
like a vamp nymph all full of color
and fresch dreams
this is so beautiful to dream
my little dream of you and i
this love song is our affair in words
a sort of reverse wish list to chronicle
how we came to be so madly in love
i can see now
where this smile we have
is a touch from the place where
our passion grows like wild flowers
all year long and this touch i feel
is your hand in mine
just before we kiss with passion
our skin cells and lips so moist
that heat is a love song
i have written for you
my beloved inked doll

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