If I could wish a thousand times, oh pity, tired tongue, who spits and speaks so cautiously... the words I long to hear. If I could wish upon his lips, a kiss I'd dearly plant. And savor in its candy bliss, 'til cloudy was my mind. If I could wish his skin so soft, would brush against my cheek. I'd travel in its silky plain, 'til soon our lips would meet. A kiss, so soft, so tender melts into my tired tongue, which twists and speaks the words, so dear upon his.. lovely eyes. So spiritual, so distant are the thoughts I hold beneath. The timid glance I share when to mine timid eyes he meets.Birth sign: Aries
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