I want to introduce my tongue to your pretty mouth. so they can taste each other, relish on the flavor of one another. licking our lip locked lips, until our lips stick, like they are stuck to each other.
His eyes are the kind, That poets write about, That artists hope to recreate, And songs and stories continuously praise. they are bright. lovely. colorful. And full of life. In other words, His eyes are beautiful.
the sky cried the day I left town its rain drops like tears bringing me down but if I must leave you and go far away at least I’ll have left on a rainy day