Saturday, December 4, 2010

Dance... its the radiant warmth felt thru my curls as they kiss the salty air.
A lion's heart swollen when eyes are drawn wide to embrace and caress the vivid love that dominates the sky.
A smile is wore in the shades of pink and violet.
Toes are clenched, the light sand shrieks and dainty ballerina curls twirl till the moon shares his delights x x x

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