Amalgamations of stars erode my subconscience
Constellations hang in sweet anticipation of snowy sensuality I can already taste on my tongue
Is it true?
Or is it a ficticious tale ringing in my ears?
Perhaps it's only the cry of heaven echoing in my dreams.
Need I only wish upon the twinkling orbs that are your eyes to find myself in the warmth of your morning?
Constellations hang in sweet anticipation of snowy sensuality I can already taste on my tongue
Is it true?
Or is it a ficticious tale ringing in my ears?
Perhaps it's only the cry of heaven echoing in my dreams.
Need I only wish upon the twinkling orbs that are your eyes to find myself in the warmth of your morning?




