You get, what you deserve…
We steal, we borrow, we loan and we want more, we want less. Pretty feet, soft and tender legs I kissed softly and I looked into her eyes. Her beautiful face looked angelic and she whispered. Make me believe I am the only one, make me know the torment, the tranquil of where you and I, can become one.
I kissed her stomach and she caressed my hair and face. I whispered, I want to hear the sweet songs, I want to know what make you feel alive, I want to know what make you wild and untamed. We have played hide and seek for too long, kiss and never tell and we stood nude at the open window often, praying for more and more to the moon and to the sun.
You are my beauty, my storm, my whiskey straight girl and we…
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The Reluctant Poet 