When thou slept we kissed.
Quenching your sweet lips in secret.
You are my muse to caress.
If only for a minute of your time.
My quest for you shall endure.
Even when I am to love you no more.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
When thou slept we kissed.
Quenching your sweet lips in secret.
You are my muse to caress.
If only for a minute of your time.
My quest for you shall endure.
Even when I am to love you no more.
For all whom have loved what they were not to have loved.
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