gazes at me with doe eyes while belonging deeper and deeper within
Our touch a honwy drop as soft as a rabbit,a lop
and each time he will kiss my lips my herat should sing a softly sung tune
walks under the moon
breaths upon the sand
hand in hand
his smile a soft hello
that would sing a sorrowful goodbye,even for a moment,even for an hour,even for a day
skin against skin,honeyed and unsoured
a flash of fire within his soul...a firestarter for a firestarter firehunter
passion,heat,fire that fights,no more innocent like a newborn foal.
His eyes a blue sky..oh ohh my...
his hair an earth brown that hints..that hints..so softly of the sunlight..the brilliant delight...it lights up my life..a golden warm streak...
a flash of fire within his soul..a firestarter for a firestarter firehunter..
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