Caught your long lost locks,
blonde through the silver fog,
flitting away or
could it have been toward?
Once, I would have thought
it's just a dream and not
real, warm flesh to flesh,
volcanic breath to breath.
Best not waste a good thing
in the face of your favorite catch.
A master of their craft
can't manipulate the longing pain.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 1:08 AM UTC
Caught your long lost locks,
blonde through the silver fog,
flitting away or
could it have been toward?
Once, I would have thought
it's just a dream and not
real, warm flesh to flesh,
volcanic breath to breath.
Best not waste a good thing
in the face of your favorite catch.
A master of their craft
can't manipulate the longing pain.
