Your lilac wine drips down slow into me
I inhale you, my mind goes dark
I am scared to flow away on this river of lilac wine tears
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...
I feel my skin start crawling and
I ache inside and outside
I feel the wind tickle my wet skin, tempting and teasing me
Like you, my wind man....
Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
My wind man
You see my moon shine in the shy night, it's quiet and waiting for you
To enter and explore the wonder of the moon
Be my first space walker,
Look and the dark side,
Look at me, I am talking Watch me, don't be shy,
Look straight and soft and tender into me
I don't bite, my moon man...
by Deep thoughts
Friday, May 18, 2007
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