poety
I traded my words for yours at times we touched each others soul and for a moment were free Sometimes when our eyes met i could swear i could see Sadness or even desire your eyes never gave any real answers though that did not stop me from getting lost in them I remember your voice at times soft and trembling but always powerful, your words were always wise with reason honest and pleasing to the ear your body sleek and slender so neatly built with breasts the size of Oranges Your hair, at least... Sign in to see full entry.