Make the skies eternal limits
I'm shooting for a paper moon
A thin white line disappears
The Crescent city blooms
She rises from the river
Without the sky's inner inhibitons
She commands all her passions
Painting exhibitions
There is no distance
Between each and every line
She is my perpetual lemming
Flung from from the cliffs of time
Dark haired Creole woman
Body damp with sweat
The gumbo boils in desire
You're my "Day-glo" dash board saint
Kissing white moonlit *******
That dance with each and every ******
C'mon shakedown the stars
Ashes made by burning lust
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
Make the skies eternal limits
I'm shooting for a paper moon
A thin white line disappears
The Crescent city blooms
She rises from the river
Without the sky's inner inhibitons
She commands all her passions
Painting exhibitions
There is no distance
Between each and every line
She is my perpetual lemming
Flung from from the cliffs of time
Dark haired Creole woman
Body damp with sweat
The gumbo boils in desire
You're my "Day-glo" dash board saint
Kissing white moonlit *******
That dance with each and every ******
C'mon shakedown the stars
Ashes made by burning lust
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