The room is steamy you are standing up ahead the shower is pouring , gushing the drain is gurgling all I see is your silhouette in the doorway , of the opaque shower glass I strain to see the door is open the steam envelopes your young , innocent body I am too scared to come closer what if I am not what you want I dare to walk closer your hair , your eyes , your lips , your breasts , your hips , your legs you are gliscening in a nebula of steam and light and the only thing keeping us appart is our imaginations If love could be told like a story ours would be told over the centuries ouy evol I><I love you
Reason for writing:
This poem , well , I must admit I just thought of a
very special girl I know and I wrote it ...
Emily , this is for you !!!
Birth sign: Pisces
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