Friday, August 15, 2008

Don't you know, don't you know

We should dance.

We should slip out of our skins and dance. We'll leave our ins trailed behind, hearts beating out the rhythm. Eyes tangled out of their sockets. Tongues left wagging.

We'll bump hips and clap phemors. Our spines will shudder in time.

I'll make your ribs sing.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

very sensual, i really like it