popsadie
Acrobat
Two- thousand hips moving to sex on four strings
A kind of union that hinted at creation
Hands joining- a kind of holy blasphemy
Eyes lusting-for each others intimate glances
In that moment- we abandoned our chains
Our shades of cool cast out
We could see each other--
Like lovers do.
A kind of union that hinted at creation
Hands joining- a kind of holy blasphemy
Eyes lusting-for each others intimate glances
In that moment- we abandoned our chains
Our shades of cool cast out
We could see each other--
Like lovers do.