February 11, 2011
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Friday, February 11, 2011
Labels:
Extrasensory perception,
Hearing,
Poem,
Poetry,
Sight,
Smell,
Taste,
Touch
Wherever I see thou, my eyes adore thy beauty,
When thou art’ away, my heart longs for thy sight;
Thy look, thy face, thy eyes, thy charm,
O darling, come to me, melt in my arm...
When you move thy lips to speak,
I feel enchanted to give them a kiss.
Thy voice, thy words, thy whispers, everyday,
Thy moaning during the games we play...
I still remember our first kiss,
And then up on, we improved on this.
Be with me, least I feel incomplete,
Thy taste, salty sweet...
Milky white, you smell like The Dove.
Sweet-scented, I crave to belong to you,
Without thee, my life is in blue...
The silkiness of thy hair.
Thy curl, thy lips, thy neck, thy waist;
Racing heartbeat when I kiss thy breast...
The first night, when thou weep.
My unspoken words, that you knew;
Like a bird, you came, loved me, and flew...
Started: 31/03/2010
End: 11/02/2011
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Started writing it on the Thirty-first day of March in the Tenth year of Second Millennium and finished it finally on the Eleventh day of February in the Eleventh year of the Second Millennium.
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