My shadow curves on a brick wall,
as i pass near the warm candle,
on a bed a long time desire falls,
all the brakes,all the promises surrender,
Her thighs are playing with me,
undressing my heart without a word,
lips are reaching,hands are grabing,
her body of smiles now purred,
White nightie on her escapes doubt,
she turns all the colors in red,
from light this has to be a breakout,
its a clear sin as she spread,
Fingers scratch white skin beneath,
drop of blood welcomes pain,
this love is like a sharped teeth,
that makes reason look insane,
With a golden hair in my arms,
I see the ice inside of a dream,
our yells fill up the night-parts,
on the 4th floor,under the moonbeam.
A dozen mirrors,not a shadow of you.
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Post je objavljen 13.09.2010. u 16:45 sati.