Monday, April 07, 2014

Czech me out.


Czech me out.



your eyes tease,
coveting a hope,
beneath a cotton blouse
I'd steal your heart...
care not enough
for the love to rise,
taken my innocence
with clear blue eyes...

spontaneously you smile,
begging my service,
to find a passion, deep,
fill the great divide...
would you know me
to feed my soul?..
or is feeding craving,
your own sweet goal?..