A poet
A painter
A reader of dreams
She sings to me when
We are in between sheets
We can speak in tongues
Or just by ****** features
I'll read you and you'll read me
Her voice
Her scent
Her body beguiles
It leaves you speechless
With blood in your mouth
I wander confused
Or maybe caught by surprise
Maybe nothing was happening
This sweet
This soft
This delicate lady
Has thorns like a rose
Primed to inject venom
No remedy in sight
Or I'm just nearsighted
Is this all just a dream?
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 8:54 PM UTC
A poet
A painter
A reader of dreams
She sings to me when
We are in between sheets
We can speak in tongues
Or just by ****** features
I'll read you and you'll read me
Her voice
Her scent
Her body beguiles
It leaves you speechless
With blood in your mouth
I wander confused
Or maybe caught by surprise
Maybe nothing was happening
This sweet
This soft
This delicate lady
Has thorns like a rose
Primed to inject venom
No remedy in sight
Or I'm just nearsighted
Is this all just a dream?