Examine my gentle veins,
Below my subtle skin,
Fair and Ivory,
I yearn for you,
Your passioned touch,
Your soft, sweet whispers,
Music, music for angels,
Dear corrupted Saint,
With your fingers,
Brushing my tear-stained cheek,
Sing, sing my string of thoughts,
Entangle your rough hands,
Entwine them with mine,
And we shall rest our weary heads
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 9:50 AM UTC
Examine my gentle veins,
Below my subtle skin,
Fair and Ivory,
I yearn for you,
Your passioned touch,
Your soft, sweet whispers,
Music, music for angels,
Dear corrupted Saint,
With your fingers,
Brushing my tear-stained cheek,
Sing, sing my string of thoughts,
Entangle your rough hands,
Entwine them with mine,
And we shall rest our weary heads
©Nicola-Isobel H. 30.12.2010
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