An untitled poem...
Your eyes makes me feel lost,
It just feels like I am hidden from reality,
Your hair is as smooth as a baby's butt,
But just as beautiful as you are,
Your lips are so tender fresh,
I could melt easily when you kiss me,
Your hands and fingers are like the warm breeze that blows against my skin,
Sometimes it feels like they are the flowers that could be found at the Garden Of Paradise.
Is it me or is it you that makes me think of what you are to me right now?
I wish I had the the answer...
Sunday, December 30, 2007 at 2:24 PM