Gray scruff, tall ears, dark hair handsome

Beatty NV

Description

Scruffy grey beard You wander through the town Munching I see you by the bar Alone, you are a mystery Munching On the golden cargo of yesterday’s trucks Midnight, under the silver desert moon Our kiss is forbidden And yet I smooch Like Adam reaches for the apple My heart, pierced by your desert dagger I might have to see a priest after this You blew in like the abrasive sands Without you my heart grows patinated, Only softened by the touch of your velvet lips And your crooked teeth Fitting Mine like a puzzle piece Munching No one commands this town like you Your footsteps heard from miles away The king of wanderers Needs no throne Butter my dough And a sprinkle my churro Find me out back Balls deep in a burro