Space Is Her Sheild
Space is her sheild
I watched from afar, you were
Sitting in between the battlements
of your new castle wall.
You were watching the moon waxing above
all the while my heart waned below.
Maybe if you had seen me levitate
on the dance floor. Or on stage. I know
you would have laughed at my scare crow
when I was singing "if I only had a brain."
Then perhaps you would lower this
gloomy draw bridge for our first embrace...
not being capable of controlling my self
It would be like a tropical storm.
My lips Touch down on you,
with the force of a hurricane.
More dizzying pleasure than two
bodies could stand.
Dazed by the elements we'd barely
make it in.
Gasping for air, both of us giggling
while my hands roamed like children at
a state fair.
Then smooth and subtle,
taking their time the clouds would
move back in again and, again.
Copyright © David Lemke | Year Posted 2005
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