Warren Augustus de Guzman
Sweet Nothings - Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman
A flood of thoughts bring me to you.
Recurrent themes in a never ending dream.
Your kiss, your caress,
Your lips, your breast,
The beads of sweat on your chest.
The nights of sweet passion plays over and over.
In my mind, in my thoughts, in everything I see.
These thoughts flood my head and bring you to me.
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