marriedA Story by brianna vega
im married to my books
the sweet words they sing to me take me away to a place where ive never been no dream has been this sweet im married to music oh all night he dances with mee beating drums and soulfull voices i cry on his arm tears of joy and tears of pain hes my escape im married to art she shows me the secrets of her heart alone in galleries we paint our souls on canvases like soft caresses on my skin im married to taste the seductress of flavor the wildest woman i know her hot passion and sweet suprises she kisses me leaving exotic flavors on my lips im married to dance the wayhe moves my hips ike the ocean he swings my arms up over my head hands twirling down l aaaaaughter flowing from deep in my midriff im married to joy and all the happiness she leaves me with we fall asleep with smiles printed in our drowsy eyes © 2010 brianna vega |
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Added on September 18, 2010 Last Updated on September 18, 2010 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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