Thursday, September 4, 2008

well-loved talking

Posted by Kero at Thursday, September 04, 2008

His clean smell li
But I do sweetly remember,
The soft brush of his fingers,
Sends shivers down my spine.

He greets me with a smile,
And leaves me with a kiss,
His eyes pierces my soul,
My heart curls and howls.

by Kero
10:53 pm

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