| Red Shoe Diary |
[Jul. 18th, 2005|10:05 pm] |
The color deep, vibrates under the ceiling, smokey aura entwined, dyed brown hair, long and sheeny. No waste, please drink.
Red-hued my tiny shoe, needs your tracing figuretips, brushing like summer breeze. The lark of the flesh, our emotions peaking with raw flame. Your power over me.
Narrow your eyes and watch me spin, I was born to dance this way. A wild creature, slinking from the law of the universe, free like a star hanging in a fullmoon sky.
I use words a lot, so the diary was achieved perfectly. I have no heart to give; I have my mind's sharp. Give me your words give me more. The way you utter your soul, the way I am stunned.
Trancy music, we dine and wine, not much to do just sit, our hearts tight together. |
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