the intent is beautiful
when my eyes stare at yours;
my laughter is founded
and you invade me through the front door
rubbing hands and feet
the feeling is unknown;
wanna raise your hair and steal your minutes
but your presence bewilders
and I hug you slowly
to see if I can sip your scent
before you leave without me.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
the intent is beautiful
when my eyes stare at yours;
my laughter is founded
and you invade me through the front door
rubbing hands and feet
the feeling is unknown;
wanna raise your hair and steal your minutes
but your presence bewilders
and I hug you slowly
to see if I can sip your scent
before you leave without me.
