Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

when she broke
the pieces scattered
like fireworks


5 years and a few ceremonies later
she walked away from the armor
that protected her
for so long
OPENING

THE PHONE RANG
SHE LAUGHED PLENTY

once= she answered
they said
your leather pants are done
she promised to pick them up
but kept forgetting

finally she picked them up
and came home
wondering why these pants wouldnt leave
she put them on



uh oh
her sexy soul lived in those pants
as soon as one leg was on-
mmmmm it was sliding into another world

she laugh plenty
plenty good, um, good
plenty, laugh she

me plenty, you good
you plenty, me good

plenty plenty plenty
good good good

me laugh, she laugh

the panties giggled as they slid into the leather pants= the days that went by
raised sensations in her thighs
those lil butterflies
signs

but thunder rolls accross the skies
rainbows and sealike swells
made waves thru them
the currents were so sweet
smooth
the skin was the newspaper
that all the stories were written on
that little mound
made so much sound
like a voice of its own
the hollar to bother
her just the right way

sermon on the mound

sweet call from the places
that only lovers can hear
one less fear
dear
opening whoosh
electric
hush

mmmm
sizzle
spark
oh the beauty of the dark