I PROBABELY WAIT FOR THE NIGHT TO COME
SINCE THE MORNING TILL THE NIGHT AT 1:00.
Please don’t ask I wait for whom?
Not for the moon, but yes for the moon.
My hands wont stop to check my phone,
Who knows when he calls?
And when my phone rang?
I answer it in my cheerful fashion,
His voice, his breath is now passion;
Yes I really wait for his call to come,
Want his goodi  to sleep,
& for licking! his thumb.
Our talking doesn’t goes sooo long everyday,
But yes he never ask that , “do I have anything to say?”
Our conversation takes  pretty much time,
That’s y I like beer and he likes wine…
He proved he love me somewhere,
Otherwise, which boy likes be a mumma for a girl to care?
His all lovingly  efforts
Gives me, the whole comfort,
His hand on my head,
his lips on my neck,
I know will never let me dead,
I love to hear when he took a deep breath.
He is my connection to be fine,
There’s  nothing for that I force him,
But yes, for me, he’s mine.
Yes I usually don’t sleep before 1:00
Coz I passionately wait to listen his voice at onces,
That’s y I wait for the night to come,
Since morning to till the night at 1:00.