Dear My Little Devil, The Touch of your hand The Smell of you hair The Taste of your kiss How do u do it? Why are you so perfect? Rubbing your soft silken skin The feeling that something is right for the first time in your life Is this a dream? When I see you I melt When I touch you, chills run through me For you are an angel An angel of our beautiful earth You smell like Heaven Why you say? When I saw you for the first time The end is near Do you have to leave me? Will I ever see you again? Many questions arise in my head I want you I know you want me Please dont go I know I will see you again The touch of your hand The smell of your hair The taste of your kiss Chilling Kevin Arthur Friduss 10/4/00 10:15 p.m.
Reason for writing:
I met someone very special a few nights ago and we have become very close over the last few days. I have been trying to write poetry for a long time but I never knew how I could write it. This special girl showed me how.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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