music inside the head

she begins to swing her hips and flicks her bick to overload her lips on fire with the words her mind is a furnace comin unglued see the images leaking out the seams rivets slamming the walls as the bitch busts a nut she is full on now aint no stopping aint no slowin down what are you crazy think you want her spreadin roots in this state of mind like unleashing a hailstorm in a paper cup this version of the girl aint for bring home to momma she swims out of her eyes and bites the natural world but she is an artwork on two fast feet she is the cover of time pasted on a cereal box eat that walter cronkite any questions his hand a tangled knot in the handles of his life and the he begins to bounce on his feet as the tune rides up onstage the crows parts to let the kid roll they can tell this one is gonna burn the carpet he calls out the things on his mind the funky thing crawls down his mind and out the dancing in his legs heavy steps like rolling thunder light ones like flashes of lightening see the music speak with this poor fools broken form bouncing but see that ear to ear grin that ain't painted there its live and in person cause this is living when the music shakes to your soul long into the night as the band onstage plays through their list plays all the favorite ones and some for the silly little ones who think its so cute to wear weekend Tye-dye these two got the dance-floor sweating these two stretching the flesh and greeting the sky one star at a time people can you feel the heat coming off her shes gonna give birth to a lighting rod and its gonna explode allover this dance-floor all too soon the band is pulling out the encore fare thee something and her exhausted smile is filled with love for every note she has made love to this night and his laugh is for the trails of mind light that he has danced with and ran with they wind it on down they meet in the middle and hold eachother as the music finally fades the rest of the world goes home to sleep these two will lay down to relive it in visions for a lifetimes in a dream goodnight prince of the river goodnight princess of dreadlocks

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62 / M / American

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