I know when I see what I like, yeah? Pretty boys what pay attention to a princess, and can dance, dance, dance from dawn til dusk until my feet leave bloody footprints over the floor. Sometimes I take a turn with a fellow (or lady, if the mood takes) for only an hour or so. Usually they ask to leave after that. Beg, really. And I let them go, fly away on feathery wings, white swans or black crows. But for a mate, ooo, he must sparkle and shimmer, diamond in the rrrrr-rough, and his shadow must have eyes to it.
Pretty Spike is mine, always. He flows through me, and I through him, eternal fountain springing in deadly red drops. Can't be parted, not at the core, not when I sing through him and he in me like a lullaby of dark wine. No moving on. All times are now. I shall have my darlings, but none shall have me.
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Date: 2008-04-04 11:34 pm (UTC)I know when I see what I like, yeah? Pretty boys what pay attention to a princess, and can dance, dance, dance from dawn til dusk until my feet leave bloody footprints over the floor. Sometimes I take a turn with a fellow (or lady, if the mood takes) for only an hour or so. Usually they ask to leave after that. Beg, really. And I let them go, fly away on feathery wings, white swans or black crows. But for a mate, ooo, he must sparkle and shimmer, diamond in the rrrrr-rough, and his shadow must have eyes to it.
Pretty Spike is mine, always. He flows through me, and I through him, eternal fountain springing in deadly red drops. Can't be parted, not at the core, not when I sing through him and he in me like a lullaby of dark wine. No moving on. All times are now. I shall have my darlings, but none shall have me.