I closed my eyes and I was there
Desert wind playing in your hair
The smell of flowers filled my mind
As I took you from behind
Your waist in my hands like a fragile vase
Your lips on mine I still do taste
Skin soft like silken wears
A cry of passion through you tears
Your hands electric on my face
Your body in the sand I do trace
Those times are long since past
I knew then they would never last
Saturday, January 16, 2010
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hey i found you..
ReplyDeletenothing lasts...
but the unattainable is always worth waiting for, hoping for...