Thursday, January 6, 2011

You Know Who You Are

Catch a thousand kisses.
I've sent them on the wind.
When I say that what I really want
is waterproof thigh~highs
in the desert...

Forbid the still.
Forbid the sun.
Until my pouting lips
are close enough
to prove to You,

my love,
the weather.

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