When The Ink Runs Dry All Is Lost

Monday, March 20, 2006

Your touch

My unfinished thought.
I see you before I sleep.
I think of you well I sleep.
Only to be awaken by your touch.
Intoxicating.
Beautiful.

1 Comments:

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