Brooke Waggoner
Meek; Wild
On your lips you kept her kissAnd washed it down with lily grassYou're married to your best of friendsWith good clean love like ice and glassMidnight courtships on the porchYou put the proof upon her lipsAnd smashed the smoldering ash with fistsTo make it meek and wild with blissEyelids on the pillowcaseFabric that you're a part ofBeneath the folds of her keepThe must for hibernating
From Letras Mania