I love when it’s cold.
I enjoy seeing your breath in the air.
It helps confirm that you are real,
and not someone I’ve concocted.
Dark eyes,
dark hair.
A tenderness,
a shyness.
A perfect recipe,
for the enjoyment of a young girl.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 4:16 AM UTC
I love when it’s cold.
I enjoy seeing your breath in the air.
It helps confirm that you are real,
and not someone I’ve concocted.
Dark eyes,
dark hair.
A tenderness,
a shyness.
A perfect recipe,
for the enjoyment of a young girl.