I imagine your love
To be like the taste
Of wild-wild berries.
I imagine your eyes
To burn wildly
With fiery passions.
Your every breath
To make me shudder,
To make me yearn.
For your mouth
To gently whisper
Against my tears.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
I imagine your love
To be like the taste
Of wild-wild berries.
I imagine your eyes
To burn wildly
With fiery passions.
Your every breath
To make me shudder,
To make me yearn.
For your mouth
To gently whisper
Against my tears.
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