Friday, May 30, 2014

Woman

I saw him driving the gypsy caravan
He stopped to ask me if I was alone
Looking around, could barely breathe
I glanced back like "are you talking to me?"
Come on baby, I'll show you the desert
And he took my hand and pulled me up on that leather 

Star gazing nights and fireflies
He was a dark skinned man
With electricity in his eyes 
Thunder in his bones and wind burnt cheeks
A rugged man, he's what I need 

Walk around this barren land 
And I find I miss his burly hands 
Who can say where men like him go
If anyone knew, I am still the last to know

So I lay down here, on the grass
The same way he did and remember our past
Mountain top views and biting my lips
He brought me to life
Girl to woman transition 

Never in your life does that feeling fade
Of the hands of the man who made you a woman 

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