Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
February 24, 2003
awww
Your lips speak soft sweetness,
Your touch a cool caress,
I am lost in your magic,
My heart beats within your chest,
I think of you each morning,
And dream of you each night,
I think of your arms being around me,
And cannot express my delight,
Never have I fallen,
But I am quickly on my way,
You hold a heart in your hands,
That has never before been given away.
[Rex A. Williams - From Jon's profile]
Posted by criminal at February 24, 2003 12:25 AM