drafts
necking will make me a little tense and breathless trying not to yield lets just call it a draw and you tempt me not I shall hide in the stable bottom. Please don't bee so hard on me my flaws and variations cause local flutterings you'll tear the material
I stress my instability will eclipse concentration, the drum tones of my tail feathers echo the tapping of woodpeckers
clicking my heels and I will stamp in protest wing against wing flicks
and I ran and ran until he caught me laughing in his arms
admonishing me with sweet kisses my cheeks still flushed with
flirtations my wicked wicked contraband ... those glances
that I stole those soul eyes that twinkled at the ball
all still in me when he sits me up on that graveyard wall
please don't wake the dead my love or I shall run so
far you will never find me my honour hidden from even you ...
23.46, 1.12.12. © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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