My finger nails glimmer like fish scales as they dance across your skin,
They bite in tight leaving half moons like the delicate curve of a fin.
My heartbeat thrums like a war-drum beating hard against my ribs
Pushing the fire that burns through my veins to a rhythm that's starting to skip.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
My finger nails glimmer like fish scales as they dance across your skin,
They bite in tight leaving half moons like the delicate curve of a fin.
My heartbeat thrums like a war-drum beating hard against my ribs
Pushing the fire that burns through my veins to a rhythm that's starting to skip.
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