Paradise is where you make it
As when, where and why we're
both running barefoot
through a scented sun spring
While jasmine flows in a thin breeze
while your fingers lazily
dances onto my hot skin
as we're lying content on
the hottest sands like an
exotic island so far from here
while we whisper sweet words
of endearments to each other
for we belong in each other, s
arms so tenderly; lying in
our dreams of Paradise.
Dreams of paradise! ! ! Like an exotic Island. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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While jasmine flows in a thin breeze while your fingers lazily dances onto my hot skin as we're lying content on Paradise is what you make out of your life situations. we have to create our paradises. tony