O, lover
On those nights (in the cool blue glow)
I feel like I am dreaming
I feel like Julia Roberts and that any time I will hear the shout
“Cut!”
but it never comes
as i skate across your soft skin
i wonder when this will end
when will the bright sunlight disturb our blue-tinted cave
but then i see you r face
and all thoughts cease
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
O, lover
On those nights (in the cool blue glow)
I feel like I am dreaming
I feel like Julia Roberts and that any time I will hear the shout
“Cut!”
but it never comes
as i skate across your soft skin
i wonder when this will end
when will the bright sunlight disturb our blue-tinted cave
but then i see you r face
and all thoughts cease
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