Monday, September 26, 2011
Jena on the Mountain
She blended in the wind
Tried to hide her eyes
Then I followed a trace
of something so alive
It burned right through me
She showed me just enough
followed even closer
Focusing my thoughts on
feelings so intense
I was starting to fly
A movement in the night
Where pleasure is fighting
climbing even higher
flashing like lightning
Sparks against the sky
It burned right through me
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