A being desired by ones heart, or thoughts,
A soul untouched, or unblemished by my presence,
Well now since I haven't tasted her Lips,
Hence buddies now saist that I have dread,
And now be it they say unsophisticated,
Should loving the other be being with them?
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
A being desired by ones heart, or thoughts,
A soul untouched, or unblemished by my presence,
Well now since I haven't tasted her Lips,
Hence buddies now saist that I have dread,
And now be it they say unsophisticated,
Should loving the other be being with them?
NOTE THAT THIS ISNT FINISHED...
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