Your eyes held the beauty
of sunrises in the morning skies
Your art knows the realities
of a thousand disguises
Your fingers touch inside my beating heart
You know where I go to hide
You pull me out
You put me in
I am your puppet
you pull the strings
I am lost beneath your gaze
without a word to say.
There is beauty in the warm winds blowing our way
The softness of our quilted bed
Your breast is a pillow
I lay my weary head
Your heart is a home I can stay
when I've lost my way.
Your eyes are
my sunrises
lighting the way.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Your eyes held the beauty
of sunrises in the morning skies
Your art knows the realities
of a thousand disguises
Your fingers touch inside my beating heart
You know where I go to hide
You pull me out
You put me in
I am your puppet
you pull the strings
I am lost beneath your gaze
without a word to say.
There is beauty in the warm winds blowing our way
The softness of our quilted bed
Your breast is a pillow
I lay my weary head
Your heart is a home I can stay
when I've lost my way.
Your eyes are
my sunrises
lighting the way.
