Oh and she danced across the floor, evermore, footsteps keeping paces with my heart.
She raised a hand, beckoning my way, an open invitation of love or lust.
I raised a brow, knowing all to well the kind of lies she'd have me lay with.
I turned to go, but beauty has a way of never letting go.
Oh and she danced across the floor, evermore, footsteps keeping paces with my heart.
Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 10:42 PM UTC
Oh and she danced across the floor, evermore, footsteps keeping paces with my heart.
She raised a hand, beckoning my way, an open invitation of love or lust.
I raised a brow, knowing all to well the kind of lies she'd have me lay with.
I turned to go, but beauty has a way of never letting go.
Oh and she danced across the floor, evermore, footsteps keeping paces with my heart.
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