sexta-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2012

Shining Sun

(This is not an angry poem)

On your sculpted body
I can't count any flaws
Desire instantly emerges
In my promiscous mind laws

You turn me on when you smile
You turn me on when you're mad
Even when I'm hurted
My love starts to spread

Your delicate face
and your watery deep eyes
sound like a music orchestra
and the most beautiful sunrise


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my future child ~~,


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