Monday, July 25, 2005
vous et nul autre, still, Johnsometimes your hands on my skin are like small kisses, pairs of lips that dart around my brows and down my nose alighting my senses. other times it is only the sight of you making me weak in the knees or rolling over into you in the night and feeling the whoosh of electricity kiss my nerves as your... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 9:01 PM Comments (2) (link) |
About this BlogAll poetry, mostly my own original works. Also, maybe a few of the quotes or excerpts from the writing that inspired the poetry.Links |
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