blue eyes and soil
By evangelina
he sings a croon that makes a heart fall in love with the lyrics of the moon that stand above the times of the flesh. blue eyes that can see into the depths of an ocean and never leave you alone he makes me fly into the deepest crater of the silver lining. I hate to fly. Keep me on the ground as I hear a sound of spring in July. The heat of a grin that makes a bloodline boil as I play in the soil of the champagne. dine me with wine on the tables of the greatest romance. take me away with the witchcraft of the incurable dance that you fill in my veins. leave me breathless in the banks of the sand that brings the tree bark into the whispering of the wind. sing me the song... the song that never ends in the hopeless fever running in my head. Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 04:39 AM PST 0 • 8
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"he sings a croon ..."