Thursday, July 2, 2009

Skin so smooth,
though my tongue far from dry,
Can't stop to think...
you know my passion,
and you know my heart.
I would ask you the same
you ask of me
as we ride the carousel.
When the music stops,
and the only light shines
through the curtains,
there is only one place I want to be.

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