You taste like
cotton candy dreams,
sugar snap peas,
cold coffee,
and
intimate fantasies.
*You are the
watermelon pop rocks
that tingle on my tongue.*
You feel like
a roaring fire,
a tickle down my spine,
a belly laugh,
and
a brand new promise.
*You are the
static electricity
that zaps my skin.*
You look like
my past,
my present,
my future,
and
my forever.
*You are the
man that
I love.*
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
You taste like
cotton candy dreams,
sugar snap peas,
cold coffee,
and
intimate fantasies.
*You are the
watermelon pop rocks
that tingle on my tongue.*
You feel like
a roaring fire,
a tickle down my spine,
a belly laugh,
and
a brand new promise.
*You are the
static electricity
that zaps my skin.*
You look like
my past,
my present,
my future,
and
my forever.
*You are the
man that
I love.*
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