*Haze surrounding his trim silhouette, his eyes - the day sky
before an Arizona sunset.*
Michigan backstreet-bad boy,
an American classic- tattooed.
His voice , the lustful drawl
in all life's rhythm & blues.
"True Love", you wear your heart on your sleeve
with an arrow through it.
In your gaze,
I gain control.
And in your magnetic touch,
I lose it.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
*Haze surrounding his trim silhouette, his eyes - the day sky
before an Arizona sunset.*
Michigan backstreet-bad boy,
an American classic- tattooed.
His voice , the lustful drawl
in all life's rhythm & blues.
"True Love", you wear your heart on your sleeve
with an arrow through it.
In your gaze,
I gain control.
And in your magnetic touch,
I lose it.
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