I can still taste
last nights smokey kisses,
under the sturdy tree.
sitting on the front porch,
begging for a never ending night.
begging for more tonight.
wondering about the entirety
if still there is any reality.
assumptions,
finally proven wrong.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
I can still taste
last nights smokey kisses,
under the sturdy tree.
sitting on the front porch,
begging for a never ending night.
begging for more tonight.
wondering about the entirety
if still there is any reality.
assumptions,
finally proven wrong.
