Your breath — a sugary cloud,
crossed quietly between us,
though received as a gust
As it entered my mouth
You slipped away, your image
faded as if in mist
so sudden, that kiss
We had before the bridge.
Your breath — a sugary cloud,
crossed quietly between us,
though received as a gust
As it entered my mouth
You slipped away, your image
faded as if in mist
so sudden, that kiss
We had before the bridge.
