Wednesday, January 29, 2014

forest fires are the doing of crazy lovers like you and i

let us go to the park 
so you can call me beautiful
and i'll let my heart blush out of my chest.
give me a piggy back and spoil me
even when i insist i'm not tired;
and when we fall
we'll lie on the green grass
and let the sun wrap our souls.



let us go to the beach 
so you can see the sun kiss my bronze skin
and set in the brown of my eyes.
taste the sea salt from my mouth
and when night comes
make love to me in the shack
our moans drowning
in the din of the crashing waves.

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