CC Vulture
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(8/12/05 6:52 am)
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Wild Fires
Wild Fires
With the wild fires burning,
Turning my head you make me dream of bed
While you dance like Isadora
And your eyes melt mine.
My cheek brushes your hair,
The crowding drunk ones stare
At the One True Love expressed
In the squeezing of your icy waist.
I’m sorry I nearly kissed you,
The one who was always waiting
To entrap my heart and every part
Of whatever humanity I can muster.
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