"romanace" poems
The goosebumps build slowly up my spine,
I just want you to be mine .
Sweet Romanace,
A soft caress,
A swelling feeling,
Deep in my chest.
My heart it races,
When your eyes meet mine,
It seems I'm flying,
But there's limited time.
This feeling so pure,
This touch electrifying,
I just want you so bad,
That inside I'm dying.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 9:42 PM UTC