| Danger Flight |
[Mar. 1st, 2005|05:58 pm] |
I am dazzled when I hear your voice, the husky voice echoing in my ears, tearing me, pounding me and loving me. Looking outside, how the buildings high and calm with the sunset, how the light vanishing beyond, in my eyes, you Godlike wills blue and white.
It is not here, it never. I took a journey to the north, my wings heavy with too many thoughts, admired by the wind of March. But it is all written into my face, smile or swear, my crunched teeth daring on.
File the history. I'd never lay my hands on it again.
Unbelievable, my sweet boy. My body is in your arms, my kisses in the air, you letting out your high. So the journey hangs, you blue eyes touching my brain, breezing soft scent into my mouth, my tongue moist in the color of pink.
Treat me right, treat me with fire. Tell me how you feel, baby, my sweet baby. Say sweet words when you play me a song. Then patch my surfy soul, sail me into the peaceful repose.
The powerful seduction around me teasing my curiosity, hold me tightly and never let go. Be strong to write our story, baby.
Why you love me even I never belong? Why you care my feelings when the others just want to fuck? Huh if only I could sing, I would sing for you. I would let you know my heart, overwhelmed by evilness and sentiments.
Tell them I am gone, and nothing wrong. |
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