Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Stick 93 - That First Kiss


That moment....

The sun was down
The moon was round
You tease me all night
I tingle with delight

The music twirl and echoes my love curl
The summer night lingers around the porch light pearl
Your hands catch a fire fly
I prize your fingers open to send her free and high

The river brushes the canyon side
The reeds whisper the secret I still wish to hide
You touch my skin, you lift my chin
I taste the salt of the man and the him that awaits within

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