28 July 2012
#acorns (This was the very first post I had written on Opuss)
I know not well those whispering hips, They pardon whole my silent lips Of many words that curse its groove, She is criminal but I approve.
In a night of desire, the lights are dim But the bright of fire is a spark redeem. Quite a few, and rarely so, Have my eyes laid on a beautiful glow.
I know not well the voice within, They hold me in and wear me thin. I flipped a smile and spoke in sound Now you're mine, home and bound.
She Is Criminal, But I Approve • Opuss № I