To be in your mind
From time to time
Liquid sunshine
To kiss with you
Everywhere and Anywhere
Moonlit dance floor with chandelier in stars
As we lay beyond sex caresses being free
May I look into your eyes and see Mrs. Me?
All I ask is that you never ask
Cause you already know
Simple.
India Arie
Or is it the nothing of the everything that entices me?
The loyalty of your decadence pleases the release within
Strawberry fields , tulips of renewal lay opposite to your thigh
Where shall I place my embrace as you casually look into my sky
I am no longer lost, within you I feel no sin
Phoenix betrothed my beloved , my Kin.
As
A
About the Creator
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