like a child i wait…
tick…
tock…
tick...
for the black-haloed mujer
with red lips
to sing me her song
whispering wisdom within
dark-eyed goddess
of passion
illuminating in the breeze
celebrating celestial creation
awakening in the night
with fingers of gold
play on
enlightening eternal euphoria
a rite of passage
a right of freedom
nothing to lose
Monday, September 24, 2007
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AHHHHHHHHHGGGGG it makes me cry my dear! It is ust sublime how you express, how you create! it is beautiful!!!LIKE USUAL!!!!
muaaaah
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