AT NIGHT
When I lay my head to rest, I dream of him so far away, this one I know feels what I feel, one heart that speaks one will.
A breath that keeps us both alive, that moves us thought our struggled life, the thought that we may kiss each others soft lips, with much love that flows in scent, makes you beg for many more kisses alas, amour, I need to breath in his smell, and feel his touch from afar, as I sleep I see us both, along awaited touch, that we run to hug with great embrace.
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Posted on April 19, 2009 at 6:01pm —