Monday, January 10, 2005The ChaseI watched you from the back door, Your eyes on her feminine sway Her hips a pendulum swinging To a Cuban motion, your eyes Focused like a spectator, a voyager Following the stars to navigate Your way through the rough crowd Beer and liquor held like torches Waving in the soured air, the musk Of wet... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 10:07 AM Comments (4) (permalink) |