Tangling Your Fingers In My Hair

Beautiful one its you I adore, your angelic way, the knowledge you store. Grace resides upon your skin, sparking my heart to beat again. You have brought emotions to the surface changing my cauldron-like body into a desire filled furnace, making me crave your healing touch that which resides in no other as much. Its you my beauteous beast who drives my hunt to look for a satisfying feast, dodging trees under the full moon as I find ways to deal with this Boone Silk black sky speckled with glitter leaving me to write about my critter, swooping down on gossamer wings before landing encircling me in rings. And even though its true my body shakes waiting to bite you, forever I’ll wander my land Until next to you I can stand.