Beneath the skin of my words
I am confiscated by the time of my own revealing self
But then again my love for my lover
Depends on the season that change through all
We will let our lips sealed in the air of slippery sky
No words could tell how much we love each other
Nothing is special but its been on my mind
Always that we folded each others arms
We both hang-out together
In the deep day or night that fluid embraces the silhouette dreams.
I love making an art o f my love poem
<3.
@jerelii
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