The fire politely rages on at her center
The drive cascades up from the heart and out from the mouth and
Smoke rings forming the letters of the passion and blowing defiantly
(or pleasantly) In my face. Sparks escape occasionally, starry dreams from here to wherever whyever
nudging quietly the air to the side and lingering where they may as they dance among the dreams
All to the sound of the drums and the sound of her heartbeat
and the night air
and the sky
coldbreath and sparks forever in the Tango
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
The fire politely rages on at her center
The drive cascades up from the heart and out from the mouth and
Smoke rings forming the letters of the passion and blowing defiantly
(or pleasantly) In my face. Sparks escape occasionally, starry dreams from here to wherever whyever
nudging quietly the air to the side and lingering where they may as they dance among the dreams
All to the sound of the drums and the sound of her heartbeat
and the night air
and the sky
coldbreath and sparks forever in the Tango