The slow glances, the smiles,
The laughing at your bad jokes?
Or will you remember the way
I would hold your hand, touch your
Face, or the way that I would hold you
In my arm’s.
I love the smell of your hair.
Burring myself in those long curls.
Finding your swan-like neck,
softly pressing my lips against
your inviting flesh.
Your voice lingers in my ears.
Your beauty steals my soul.
But will you remember me in
The morning?
Will you remember at all?
Nov 02/12
No comments:
Post a Comment