The smell of your skin,
The velvet of the lips,
It just makes me feel in,
Like beauty inside.
Keep touching this valley,
That fills my disire,
Don't be hopeless, just begging,
I hate dull dispair.
Your strong hand behind me,
Like a thunder through fresh air,
Such a fast feeling above me,
Will insert my soul so fair.
This wild look will confuse,
With dark eyes angel comes,
We should totaly amuse,
And that won't do any harms.
Your body
© Copyright: Annalink, 2003
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Nice verse !!!
Romantic and beatiuful......
...It is interesting to know whom is it dedicated to..?
With love and respect
Your Friend
Honey 08.01.2003 20:54 • Заявить о нарушении
Romantic and beatiuful......
...It is interesting to know whom is it dedicated to..?
With love and respect
Your Friend
Honey 08.01.2003 20:54 • Заявить о нарушении
My poem is dedicated to the person that i have not meet yet.................and i am not sure that i will meet someday such person!
Annalink 09.01.2003 18:46 Заявить о нарушении
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