Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

We move like cagey tigers, We couldn't get closer than this, The way we walk, The way we talk, The way we stalk, The way we kiss. We slip through the streets, While everyone sleeps, We bite and scratch and scream all night, All these years and no one heard. I'll show you in spring, It's a treacherous thing. We should have each other to tea huh? We should have each other with cream, Then curl up by the fire, And sleep for awhile, It's the grooviest thing, It's the perfect dream ...