springtime jingle

dark wet day out...in a writers block...and feeling rather frisky...:)

prepare for me a feast of dance
of sweaty summer dresses and unbuttoned pants

so there you are twirled alone
in combat boots on the patio stone

washed in a mist of fresh morning dew
pale cotton skin
like the evening moon

spin the sin out from your hair
that used to cascade like a waterfalls tear

so the words i play with create your muse
and the dance's wet paint sends eyes onto you

so there you are twirled alone
in combat boots on the patio stone

Reviews

[Seriana]

Ooooh, I like!!! Well, writer's block or not, this was great! Bah on writer's block! You've got it going on Periac. :)