Friday, October 1, 2010

Weaves With Straight Hair And Bangs



You look and think in our secret
You look and feel your
fire skin You look and your body looks brushed
You look and smell our desire
You look and run through your fingers
You look and drink
kiss kiss after I watch and breathe, and river, sun and fire. And tremble. And not scary.

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