my lover
Every day,
every time,
sneaking away,
because it feels so fine.
Every touch,
every kiss,
feeling so much,
i don't want to miss.
That look in his eyes,
the words he speak,
no dicies,
makes me weak.
This forbidden affection,
what doesn't excist,
feeling the stastisfaction,
that i can't resist.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: memory | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 augustus 2008 | ||
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