Abby Rose


The Hardwood Floor - Poem by Abby Rose

The sun on my carmel skin
The wind in my arburn hair
This is not the end
So don't say farewell

Your lips on mine
My hand in yours
we make sweet love
On your hardwood floor

From the day we met
You knew i was yours
So until the end of days
I'll walk through that door
So we can make sweet love
On this hardwood floor.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 15, 2012



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