From Your Lips///
I have a
name, and its what people call me and my whole life it has always sounded the
same.
Until the
day your voice uttered my name.
I have a
short name, that’s little and not to many people can convince me that my name
is beautiful.
Until the
day your voice uttered my name.
Let me
tell you that was something of magic, something you can hear only in the dead
of night when all you see are stars and hear the wolfs howl at night, my name
is pushed through your lips and it sounds like honey dripping on a biscuit. It
is the turtle dove coming from the magicians jacket. It is sweet, sexy, and
intriguing.