Monday, December 21, 2009

Sweet AmberGlow

I'm on fire when you're near me.
And I'm on fire when you speak.
With crimson dreams, burned yellow at the ends,
you drift ghostly fingers over my bare skin.
A haunting passion I crave.
Give me those amberglow moments!
Sweet skin on skin moments.
Sweet kisses and soft caresses.
Your hands causing my eyes to amberglow.
I'm standing on the edge and you're the only chance I'll take.
I'm burning at the mysteries!
Oh Sweet Amberglow!
I want to run so fast the sparks catch me on fire.
Better sorry than safe.
You're my sweet mystery, pouring yourself into me
and filling up the empty spaces.
Until I burn bright from the inside out.
Such a sweet amberglow.

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