robynwildchild
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Nov 22, 2004
- Posts
- 172
The shadows stretch
elongated along the highway
as the sun chases them over the hill
the wind brustles leaves
Do you hear them scream from cold airs that decieve?
hold fast to your hat and gloves
the winter has passed away summer and spring
no time for false flings on park swings or benches
time to bundle up infront of fireplaces
to park your face infront of my lips
to feel the heat and heart at the edge of fingertips
to feel the quiver in the middle of the room
that being your hips as i pulse further into their depths
O Sweet!
Those are the hidden treasures of Hiver.
elongated along the highway
as the sun chases them over the hill
the wind brustles leaves
Do you hear them scream from cold airs that decieve?
hold fast to your hat and gloves
the winter has passed away summer and spring
no time for false flings on park swings or benches
time to bundle up infront of fireplaces
to park your face infront of my lips
to feel the heat and heart at the edge of fingertips
to feel the quiver in the middle of the room
that being your hips as i pulse further into their depths
O Sweet!
Those are the hidden treasures of Hiver.