Twisting and twirling, My face becomes yours, I feel like an angel, In the palm of a moor, Simply stated, no debates, The clarity of wisdom, I cannot blame fate, Confusion is my life, but I live in the eye, The hurricane that is, the same up on high, My destiny evades me, The thorns bleed my feet, I squeeze My soul, To feel the heat, Quirky and queer, Slightly venerated, Venereal auras, Are understated, Kill me Rob, Stab me Steal, Your eyes are silent, Extend me your heart, And i will hold it nicely, How is it so? That your skin, And only that, Holds my throes? An overdose of fuck, You are no whore, Twisting and twirling, My face becomes yours, I feel like an angel, In the palm of a moor, Or the tips of your fingers, Touching l'amour...
"Twisting and twirling, My face becomes yours" I don't know why, but those words really caught me. Excellent =) I'm no expert of course, but I adored it!
