"Aye! Beauty!" My compliment.
You like that?
I'll tell you this. Forever.
And my forever
May not be too long;
Till then I'd be gone,
For anoher forever to live in.
It's my choice.
You overwhelmed my forever while.
You see me staring you;
Imagining myself in your arms.
And that may be possible
And frequent.
The proximity of nose, our breath,
My chest and your breast,
Dancing to the paramount.
And then maybe, maybe,
With a gush it exhausts.
I'll move on, or you will?
To the next forever,
We'll promise again.
And amid this
A foolish bystander
Thinks, that we are in love.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
"Aye! Beauty!" My compliment.
You like that?
I'll tell you this. Forever.
And my forever
May not be too long;
Till then I'd be gone,
For anoher forever to live in.
It's my choice.
You overwhelmed my forever while.
You see me staring you;
Imagining myself in your arms.
And that may be possible
And frequent.
The proximity of nose, our breath,
My chest and your breast,
Dancing to the paramount.
And then maybe, maybe,
With a gush it exhausts.
I'll move on, or you will?
To the next forever,
We'll promise again.
And amid this
A foolish bystander
Thinks, that we are in love.
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