Friday, November 9, 2012

Intimacy

I am waiting
Longing to see the Sparkle in your Eyes
The Smile of your curved lips
And with every drift
The wind carries your scent to me.
Like a rose bud blooming
My heart opens up for you
The sight of you walking up to me
Is what I live for
And the touch of your lips
Is what I die for.

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