I hear our sound;
Our hearts in rythym.
Feel your caress
Pulling me closer.
Smell sweet aroma.
Deciduous Azalea.
Looking into deep eyes,
Losing sight of all else,
I taste your lips.
So soft and delicate.
Thinking only of senses,
No thoughts, outside time;
My senses now endless.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
I hear our sound;
Our hearts in rythym.
Feel your caress
Pulling me closer.
Smell sweet aroma.
Deciduous Azalea.
Looking into deep eyes,
Losing sight of all else,
I taste your lips.
So soft and delicate.
Thinking only of senses,
No thoughts, outside time;
My senses now endless.
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