la mujer de la rosa
sitting here...
thinking of her...
lips leaving her signature...
one not soon to forget.
looks forward to meeting them again...
locked in passion...
feeling the tender...
sweet skin as they convey
their surrender.
thinking of her...
lips leaving her signature...
one not soon to forget.
looks forward to meeting them again...
locked in passion...
feeling the tender...
sweet skin as they convey
their surrender.
Labels: poems
1 Comments:
if only we can all convey our surrender...poetry is bliss
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