“It’s eyes open during sex in front of the fireplace raging & pulsing…”
It’s eyes open during sex in front of the fireplace raging & pulsing
Then Sunday mornings just laying in bed watching you sleep
Hair criss-cross over your shoulders & sockets hiding
Those beautiful blue ice eyes penetrating
It’s back & forth, seesaw red wine spilling into 1970’s bell glasses
From a bottle that bears the name of never traveled mountains [...]
