Paper and Silk against my skin,
I sing a song, the Paper-Silk Hym.
I have wings like an angel, and grace like a bird,
I feel like the whisper of a secret word.
We touch, we kiss, we dance to the beat,
You whisper to me of a poem we share.
Paper and Silk against my skin,
I sing a song of the Paper-Silk Hym.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
Paper and Silk against my skin,
I sing a song, the Paper-Silk Hym.
I have wings like an angel, and grace like a bird,
I feel like the whisper of a secret word.
We touch, we kiss, we dance to the beat,
You whisper to me of a poem we share.
Paper and Silk against my skin,
I sing a song of the Paper-Silk Hym.
