zooropamanda
Rock n' Roll Doggie VIP PASS
Betrothed eye on whistled tongue
through holy hand and touching cheek,
melt the serious churns of day
with wandering sun on hands that meet.
Seek the night and beat the dawn
well raised up these hands that scorn,
burning sunlight through sands of mist
those well worn fingers that none so kissed.
Lying, watching the sounds of love
temptuous smoking beat of time,
sighing with the strings of a dove
filling my heart contently sublime.
These angelic hands do touch and scorn,
without I am sick,
with you I am torn.
So Zoo Me..
[This message has been edited by zooropamanda (edited 01-06-2001).]
through holy hand and touching cheek,
melt the serious churns of day
with wandering sun on hands that meet.
Seek the night and beat the dawn
well raised up these hands that scorn,
burning sunlight through sands of mist
those well worn fingers that none so kissed.
Lying, watching the sounds of love
temptuous smoking beat of time,
sighing with the strings of a dove
filling my heart contently sublime.
These angelic hands do touch and scorn,
without I am sick,
with you I am torn.
So Zoo Me..
[This message has been edited by zooropamanda (edited 01-06-2001).]