Fairy boy, you catch my eye,
Trough candles and smoke
In a loop of time
We have a nice talk
A fine glass of wine
And coziness in the dark
You’re strange, but fair
I have to confess
Under tilleylamps flicker
I care even less
Wether fairy or not
You are pleasing my eyes
And I recognize
The fume between your lips
Suits your face too well
To resist any kiss
Or any little spell
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
Fairy boy, you catch my eye,
Trough candles and smoke
In a loop of time
We have a nice talk
A fine glass of wine
And coziness in the dark
You’re strange, but fair
I have to confess
Under tilleylamps flicker
I care even less
Wether fairy or not
You are pleasing my eyes
And I recognize
The fume between your lips
Suits your face too well
To resist any kiss
Or any little spell
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