09-16-2015, 10:47 AM
I heard she grew up to marry
a short glass of white milk kind of guy,
but back then she was in my arms:
pink tulip skin, edible nipples
She would rub her curls against my neck,
slurp small beads of sweat from my nose
When words failed us,
we spoke only in vowels:
ahhh, you
ohhh, you
The Moody Blues had nothing
we never heard before
a short glass of white milk kind of guy,
but back then she was in my arms:
pink tulip skin, edible nipples
She would rub her curls against my neck,
slurp small beads of sweat from my nose
When words failed us,
we spoke only in vowels:
ahhh, you
ohhh, you
The Moody Blues had nothing
we never heard before