__________by SimplyAngel

Through Fogs of Mental Disability you shine...
Bright in my eyes...
to your glare they adjust...
Shades of Cinnamon sweet candy...smells
remind me of you after you pass through
the cypher your vibe bleeds...
the dead silence on the heals of your trail...
is guarded by a rugged sensual smile by which you
command my soul...
to breath down from that 9th cloud on that
7th level of heaven...I dream
it ends....
We pass...
We smile...
the fantasy begins

Copyright © 2001. Used by permission of author. All Rights Reserved.