Treasure Island

george albot


Together


I need to kiss you and hold you
I keep having waves come over me
I like the idea that I will have you in my arms again
Even if it is part time,
Nothing really compares to what we have
You’d think that after this amount of time together
We could break away, but when I think about you
Or the thought of kissing you, it just fill my heart,

The feeling seem only to get stronger
The more emotional we become,
That doesn’t mean I like to fallout! !
I like to see your eyes with happiness in them
Not sadness,
Do you think that anyone else can love each other
Has much as we do?
XXX
Night night babe
Miss you

Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2014

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