gypsyfairlove

Biting my bottom lip, waiting for dusk to come around, because that's when he does. Hoping not to miss him until shadows fall into the horizon, out of line, out of sight. Together again until caskets and urns, connected constellations craving current's connectivity. --------------------- Erotic eyes that transcend lies, bring beauty and truth to the photo booth. My anticipation preludes recorded inspiration. Our love is what I've been waiting for. So won't you, dusk, come on over? --------------------- Pouring my love of togetherness into you, I make you my realization that I can't make you into anything, especially of mine