the moon dances through an open window, but it's light refuses to rest upon her;
She’s too beautiful to touch...
Around her...
clouds are forming and lightning dances everywhere she walks, but rain refuses to fall;
She's too perfect to douse. Inside her...
a now alcohol flooded system struggles to follow the rules, and slumber is refused;
She needs more than sleep can offer. Before her...
I stand resisting gentle providence, but her heart has already enveloped me;
She’s a conquistador... Classy at her wildest...
Properly untamed, she claws at my heart as I kneel before her;
it's a gentle surrender...
but it's a perfect love.
By: Cheyenne Buchanan
Nicely done , I'm proud of you !
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