Love in the afternoon
His lips invite to kisses
I drown in his beautiful eyes
His body perfect as if God gave
a special gift to me
he makes me shiver with passion
he fulfills my every need
from height to height he leads me
the great love of my life
he comes on Sunday about noon
and leaves at nearly two
to take his wife and children
to museum or the zoo.
I drown in his beautiful eyes
His body perfect as if God gave
a special gift to me
he makes me shiver with passion
he fulfills my every need
from height to height he leads me
the great love of my life
he comes on Sunday about noon
and leaves at nearly two
to take his wife and children
to museum or the zoo.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Roelie Kuilder: | Dinsdag, januari 25, 2005 19:13 |
| Lees maandagmorgen | |
| samantha paris: | Dinsdag, januari 25, 2005 16:15 |
| erg, vind je niet? :( | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Roelie Kuilder | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 januari 2005 | ||
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