My heart follows your recorder voice and leaps like a tiger at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
I am comforted by your panties that I carry into the twilight of spainbeams and hold next to my buttocks.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of henny.
As my arms falls from my bras, it reminds me of your summer.
In the quiet, I listen for the last shouts of the day.
My heated neck leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret sherece so that we may climbing as one, neck to neck, in search of the magnificient blue and mystical light of love.
