If ocean was a desert
I would be a flower there
Waiting for you
To pick me up from the sand
And put me somewhere close to you
I would be a precious stone
Waiting for you
To buy me from my master
And put me next to your heart
Give me your hand my dove
To come to your secret chambers
Sadly you sleep alone there
I am coming to sleep with you

Take me there….

Laila Leil | This entry was posted on Sunday, February 21st, 2010 at 14:55 and is filed under . You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.