I'm afraid I've grown addicted to her presence.
How I long to indulge myself in her touch that I grow drunk with just a whiff of her scent like a mad man.
Dreaming, contemplating, making imagery in my mind liking to that of a movie pleasing as beer to Filipino men.
I see her as I climb mountains, as I swim through the seas of the Philippine coast on my own.
Finding you at the tip of my pen as I slowly write down what both the heart and mind tell my soul
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
I'm afraid I've grown addicted to her presence.
How I long to indulge myself in her touch that I grow drunk with just a whiff of her scent like a mad man.
Dreaming, contemplating, making imagery in my mind liking to that of a movie pleasing as beer to Filipino men.
I see her as I climb mountains, as I swim through the seas of the Philippine coast on my own.
Finding you at the tip of my pen as I slowly write down what both the heart and mind tell my soul
