Your skin your hair your eyes your lips - your lips! - Sights to breathe life into a tired day. Could be perfection - maybe too much perfection? Something that perfect can't be real. You're an illusion on the horizon, ephemereal. Once there, you may vanish, move another ten yards, Just beyond reach. Then your lips, they touched mine, Soft, sweet like lhasi. Your hair, dark and full, wrapped around me, Took me in. Your body, endless curves, beckoned. But then it was over... Only a yearning remained, A glimpse of youth, recaptured. What if I had you a thousand days, Would it mean I'd never get old? What if I fucked you a thousand times, Would it mean I'd never die?
Reason for writing:
Nicole
Birth sign: Aries
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