I have been in such an odd mood all day. Try figuring out this combination of feelings: dejected, horny, tired, irritated... Odd, I know... And in this odd kind of mood I wrote a litttle poem of sort:
Dancing
My feets fly
It feels like I would lift from the floor
But you are there holding me in place
Strong arms
Your arms
We are dancing
Dancing to the load music
I see you smile
You like holding me
And I like holding you
Close, close....
There is only one other thing like it
But we will get there later
When we are done dancing
It has also been posted at The Daily Scroll. Right. Now I am off to bed to contuniue reading Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. It has just been relished in swedish. I really like it. Much darker then the other four... More to my taste, that is.
Dancing
My feets fly
It feels like I would lift from the floor
But you are there holding me in place
Strong arms
Your arms
We are dancing
Dancing to the load music
I see you smile
You like holding me
And I like holding you
Close, close....
There is only one other thing like it
But we will get there later
When we are done dancing
It has also been posted at The Daily Scroll. Right. Now I am off to bed to contuniue reading Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. It has just been relished in swedish. I really like it. Much darker then the other four... More to my taste, that is.
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