My archive comes to me
Memories of my path of acts
I twigged you vividly in absentia
Glazing your file ribboned with golds
It's more years and six
We bade to say adieu
Oh love! Sweet love
When again shall I feel you skin
Is it still skinny fresh as your youth
With the micro-pores breathing fresh air?
Oh! Sweet Love, my pearl
Do that pink lips exist fresh?
Little blustery, many zypher
The words that therein, I recall
Behind, queued a glowing teeth
Like bullet set in arsenal belly.
How many times has your tongue
Licked my coy blushes?
Oh! That damning eyes,
The mirror I see my face
How many winks of your beauty,
As recorded to me smiles?
Your touches rose my hairs.
My dearest, I have given you my love
I have seen many cute faces
But none is rated than yours.
Have you ever felt same as I
Ploughing on our days
Moments we rollick our love
Which profers like an everyday neon God be with us till we meet again.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
My archive comes to me
Memories of my path of acts
I twigged you vividly in absentia
Glazing your file ribboned with golds
It's more years and six
We bade to say adieu
Oh love! Sweet love
When again shall I feel you skin
Is it still skinny fresh as your youth
With the micro-pores breathing fresh air?
Oh! Sweet Love, my pearl
Do that pink lips exist fresh?
Little blustery, many zypher
The words that therein, I recall
Behind, queued a glowing teeth
Like bullet set in arsenal belly.
How many times has your tongue
Licked my coy blushes?
Oh! That damning eyes,
The mirror I see my face
How many winks of your beauty,
As recorded to me smiles?
Your touches rose my hairs.
My dearest, I have given you my love
I have seen many cute faces
But none is rated than yours.
Have you ever felt same as I
Ploughing on our days
Moments we rollick our love
Which profers like an everyday neon God be with us till we meet again.