My passion filled red
Undulating movement with sheer satin,
crying rain clings with a passion filled red
Naked, dying Nubian, lies still hold my hand
Tiredness inside of me,
it is you floating on the water
clinging to my passion filled red
Will you die under sheer satin?
Will you stay when lies hold my hand?
You make me lonely,
moving on the water,
clinging to my passion filled red
Red...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| BloodElf: | Vrijdag, april 01, 2005 20:07 |
| Deze is zooo hip!! | |
| The King Cobra: | Dinsdag, maart 29, 2005 22:04 |
| mooi..... prachtig geschreven.. |
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| MayadeBij: | Dinsdag, maart 29, 2005 21:20 |
| Sheer revenge :) kus. | |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 29 maart 2005 | ||
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