My dandelion in the field of roses.
Your soft lingering touch craving paths in my body,
Wandering and exploring ,
valley between my breasts,and the trail to the shallow grounds
My dandelion in the field of roses
You brushed every scars,
accepting the stories behind each ,
For them we were contradictory , like a flower and weed
They dint know our affinity lie far too deep
each strokes and every graze, the lies and your truths
a drug , and me famished for a fix
My dandelion in the field of roses
Slowly on our tiptoes we climbed higher
Leaving despairs and dissolutions
deserted and jealous
Neither winters too cold nor summers too warm
To shed your memories
from the hold of my arms
Claiming your love
too deep you seized my soul
For every inch of my core a bare canvas
and your caress The blissful strokes.
My dandelion in the field of roses
