All night
Dark eyesBright smile
I want to stay for more than a while
Strong arms
Soft touch
Tender kisses that I love so much
Hot sex
Cool sweat
There's naught of you that I'll forget.
All night
Dark eyesHarverTomsson commented on All night
06-08-2009
07/16/2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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