Sunday, September 02, 2007



Crisp cool breeze meet my half awake state,
My gazes towards you were sticky like gel.
I'm stoic at the present of your wonders,
Your so beautiful that you make me fall on my knees,
Every time you brushed your face against mine,
And swiftly plant a kiss me on my cheeks, I am lost.
You make it easy for me to fall hard on you.


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