Rowing on the moonlight,
that falls upon the water,
quiet is the night
on my lake of intimate desire.
The shores are strung with stars
that dance between the morning mist
and the oars caress the water
like the water in your sensual kiss.
I feel the cool wind whisper on my neck
and then I breathe you.
I taste the salt in the ocean air
just like your skin
and then I want you.
There's a rhythm in this motion that will bring me home to you.
Oct 13, 2009
Oct 13, 2009 at 2:11 PM UTC
Rowing on the moonlight,
that falls upon the water,
quiet is the night
on my lake of intimate desire.
The shores are strung with stars
that dance between the morning mist
and the oars caress the water
like the water in your sensual kiss.
I feel the cool wind whisper on my neck
and then I breathe you.
I taste the salt in the ocean air
just like your skin
and then I want you.
There's a rhythm in this motion that will bring me home to you.
Copyright Martin Hugo 2006- From The Law of the Rat
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