segunda-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2012
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
Yazalde
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
Yazalde
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