Because I crave your kiss
Sweet like honey
On a cold winter's morning
When the smell of fresh pancakes
Fills the air
Because I crave your fingers
Tracing my curves
Like an artists pencil
Drawing a delicate flower
On the most fragile paper
Because I crave your voice
A sound so sweet
Even the birds stop to listen
Amidst their early morning flight
When the sun has just risen
Because you,
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
Because I crave your kiss
Sweet like honey
On a cold winter's morning
When the smell of fresh pancakes
Fills the air
Because I crave your fingers
Tracing my curves
Like an artists pencil
Drawing a delicate flower
On the most fragile paper
Because I crave your voice
A sound so sweet
Even the birds stop to listen
Amidst their early morning flight
When the sun has just risen
Because you,
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