Nicole
By JoffreEssley
Skin of dusk and eyes of night Full of fire, and filled with light Indian maid of the prairie hills Sweet flower of the bluestem hills From your garden walled without To a world of sin and doubt bit by wind where the prairie swells blooming still where the pheasant dwells Laughter deep inside her heart Ready soon her life to start Flirting, teasing the prairie boys Hurting, pleasing the daring boys Now beware sweet little girl Come a day your heart will whirl When comes desire, dark and tan and you will love a prairie man © on Jan 03 2002 11:05 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Skin of dusk and eyes of night..."