I stare at the layers of your lips wanting them to brush against my skin like peddles dancing in the wind when it's spring;
feeling the fine print of your hands well defined by your touches
like no other has ever touched me
As I watch you leave the front door exiting our palace; I beg for God's mercy to bring you back safely as you came that fist day we've met on the ocean side in the late spring
I count 23 days with the celebration of having you in my life plus the months
You say worry no more but I can't help but realize how much you mean to me and how much I want to make this small beginning a forever...
How much do you love me?
You ask so boldly
Little do you know I love you with everything that makes me who I am with my flaws and perfections
I love you like everyday is the last day to tell you that I love you
I love you that much to tell you ahead of time that I'm in love you
By: Leory Santana Dawn
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
I stare at the layers of your lips wanting them to brush against my skin like peddles dancing in the wind when it's spring;
feeling the fine print of your hands well defined by your touches
like no other has ever touched me
As I watch you leave the front door exiting our palace; I beg for God's mercy to bring you back safely as you came that fist day we've met on the ocean side in the late spring
I count 23 days with the celebration of having you in my life plus the months
You say worry no more but I can't help but realize how much you mean to me and how much I want to make this small beginning a forever...
How much do you love me?
You ask so boldly
Little do you know I love you with everything that makes me who I am with my flaws and perfections
I love you like everyday is the last day to tell you that I love you
I love you that much to tell you ahead of time that I'm in love you
By: Leory Santana Dawn
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