07-17-2013, 04:36 AM
EDIT 2
There she is in the back of groove, the beat of the bass drum.
For I am in the rumble in your heart.
Slowly I hum in my head to the sound of the bass.
I am playing to her soft ears.
Seeing you move those hips like a dancing doll,
made of skin not plastic.
I look into her eyes and let out a little smile then
I jump up, slamming down on the hard wood ground.
This mound of rock I have built in my soul.
That will not let a girl become one whole with me, kills.
I want that babe.
I want to know who you are, and not what.
I want you just for tonight, but not to to get inside your gut.
Hold you hair as your smile
is against mine. Oh love,
crawling slow swiftly down my spine.
Here I am.
At last
There she is in the back of groove, the beat of the bass drum.
For I am in the rumble in your heart.
Slowly I hum in my head to the sound of the bass.
I am playing to her soft ears.
Seeing you move those hips like a dancing doll,
made of skin not plastic.
I look into her eyes and let out a little smile then
I jump up, slamming down on the hard wood ground.
This mound of rock I have built in my soul.
That will not let a girl become one whole with me, kills.
I want that babe.
I want to know who you are, and not what.
I want you just for tonight, but not to to get inside your gut.
Hold you hair as your smile
is against mine. Oh love,
crawling slow swiftly down my spine.
Here I am.
At last
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx

