Lust is the study of dance and retreat
The chase and the beat
Where souls move together, collide and complete....
And musicality crawls through our skin
So transparent and thin
Like the breath of a kiss that has yet to begin.....
Just like the thunderous beat from the drum
We pulsate and come
Apart at the seams like your cat's got my tongue.....
The music fades down so the silence can start
It's own form of art
And all that remains....
All that remains.....
Is the stone steady beat of my percussive heart.
Sep 10, 2010
Sep 10, 2010 at 6:16 PM UTC
Lust is the study of dance and retreat
The chase and the beat
Where souls move together, collide and complete....
And musicality crawls through our skin
So transparent and thin
Like the breath of a kiss that has yet to begin.....
Just like the thunderous beat from the drum
We pulsate and come
Apart at the seams like your cat's got my tongue.....
The music fades down so the silence can start
It's own form of art
And all that remains....
All that remains.....
Is the stone steady beat of my percussive heart.
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