By ladyinwaiting Date: 2003 Jun 16 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.16.19.41.27075]] |
Standing in the crowded elevator I could feel your eyes upon me Burning holes through my soul I turned to see and was greeted with dark pools the kind a woman drowns in before she ever reaches the point of no return You said it's your hair shiny as the sun color of the moon smell of fresh rain flowing like the wind and the softness of silk I want to rub my face in it and work my way to your lips I said need you ask |