Apr 2015
The way you say my name...
You make a single syllable
sound as if it means everything.
Three letters become three words,
my name echoes your feelings.
I love the way my name
tastes when you whisper it
into the space between our lips.
You make a single syllable
sound as if it means everything.
Three letters become three words,
my name echoes your feelings.
I love the way my name
tastes when you whisper it
into the space between our lips.
I don't know the first thing about love. I'm not one who should be writing love poems.
(America)
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