"And..."
I miss the taste of being in love,
That ever present taste of a beautiful flower bud,
That blooms within my very soul,
And fills that ever gaping hole.
I miss the feel of someones skin touching mine,
Saying a thousand words, though words are mimed.
The caress, of a subtle sweet breath,
Coming from the lips where a kiss was left.
The beating of a heart, that beats for you.
Even at its last beat, it still beats true.
The warm smile brighter then a thousand summer days,
A quick giggle, and a loving gaze.
Endless walks that are never long enough,
Hand in hand, the caring touch.
And each day as the sun sets,
You would know that my every breath,
My every thought, my every dream,
Finnaly has a meaning...
NOO!! POETRY GONE SAPPY!
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- newskool
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- Location: "It’s about sex, and I like sex." -Disco D
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- newskool
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- Location: "It’s about sex, and I like sex." -Disco D