Breathe desire into my lungs Cool breeze blowing in the midnight sky Pulsate my dying skin with your soft touch Your quiet love a shock therapy of sweet sorts
Mar15
Breathe desire into my lungs Cool breeze blowing in the midnight sky Pulsate my dying skin with your soft touch Your quiet love a shock therapy of sweet sorts
Great! I especially love the last line!
Still weaving beautiful words.
Sweet therapy indeed
Soft strokes and deep healings! Nice.
That sounded especially delicious.
Excellent written, dear B…
Boomie you have a knack for….stirring emotions.
lovely therapy
For youm Boomie : http://shawnrjones12.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/tagged-a-unique-award/