Treasure Island

george albot


I feel


Passion is what I feel
When we are together
But hunger is what happens
When you have left
It’s like tonight
The feeling I still have when I pass
Your window, I can almost taste
Your kiss, different days
Different ways,
Because what was it about two hours ago
That I had seen you,

I love that top
You’d got on
Witch tuck me back, to the car
The feeling that you have stirred up in me
Never seem to be replace with anything
They are just always there
You are like the air that I breathe
Or the water that you should drink
I can’t imagine life without you
Your smile, your touch, your kiss
I’ll say your mouth, rather than your voice
But it is a package that I wheelie do love
I adore you, you are beautiful
With or without the tears

XXX

night night babe

Submitted: Friday, October 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 07, 2013

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