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in midnight's warm embrace
I wonder if the stars have dreams
He is a beach-god of blue shadows and late-night walks across the sand. It's funny how when I first heard we were coming here I couldn't imagine him by the ocean. For some reason, there was not a connection between the two in my mind.
And yet here he is, and he looks as natural and right and perfect as he does everywhere he goes.
He turns from the glory-studded sunset to gaze deep into my eyes, and it's as if he can see every goosebump his dark lashes raise on my arms, every pulse and throb his devilish smile has embedded in my skin. He stalks forward two steps, stops, takes two steps more, his eyes sparkling wickedly as he pretends to hunt me down. I falter, the wild creature inside me half preparing to dash away behind the sand dunes. But another part of me, wilder yet, deeper, rich and earthy and full of lust and phoenix song, bids me to stay.
And I do stay, letting the phoenix song in me harmonize with the one on his lips.
And as I let him take me in his arms, let his fingers thread through my hair, let him drink me in through deep sighs of mist and longing, I reflect in the shallows of my mind that it's kind of funny, how he never realized the sand was beautiful until he could see every crystalline grain.
Oh, would that we in this moment
could go on for eternity
as the stars and the midnight sky
Words by PoeticProcrastination
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Written on 2006-08-27 at 23:05
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Just Surrender (to the Midnight Sky)
And as I sit here nestledin midnight's warm embrace
I wonder if the stars have dreams
He is a beach-god of blue shadows and late-night walks across the sand. It's funny how when I first heard we were coming here I couldn't imagine him by the ocean. For some reason, there was not a connection between the two in my mind.
And yet here he is, and he looks as natural and right and perfect as he does everywhere he goes.
He turns from the glory-studded sunset to gaze deep into my eyes, and it's as if he can see every goosebump his dark lashes raise on my arms, every pulse and throb his devilish smile has embedded in my skin. He stalks forward two steps, stops, takes two steps more, his eyes sparkling wickedly as he pretends to hunt me down. I falter, the wild creature inside me half preparing to dash away behind the sand dunes. But another part of me, wilder yet, deeper, rich and earthy and full of lust and phoenix song, bids me to stay.
And I do stay, letting the phoenix song in me harmonize with the one on his lips.
And as I let him take me in his arms, let his fingers thread through my hair, let him drink me in through deep sighs of mist and longing, I reflect in the shallows of my mind that it's kind of funny, how he never realized the sand was beautiful until he could see every crystalline grain.
Oh, would that we in this moment
could go on for eternity
as the stars and the midnight sky
Words by PoeticProcrastination
Read 849 times
Written on 2006-08-27 at 23:05
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