Lashing on their faces,
dishevelling their clothes,
goose pimples on skin,
The crisp morning wind
gave a signal to the
unaware riders of solitude
Biting their lips
surmounted by lust
they surrendered
They had to choose;
to win their world back
or wither away in wilderness
Lyrical!
I hope they won their world back. I am a sucker for happy endings.
Like the way you put your current music.
Re: Lyrical!
I hope they won their world back.
Yes they did – that story ended nearly ten years ago 🙂
Re: Lyrical!
I must be an absolute romantic soul to have gotten such a kick out of someone else’ happy love story. 🙂
Re: Lyrical!
🙂