At the ripe old age
Of sixteen...
The beating heart, warm and capable of earnest...
so haunt his dreams and curse his days...
Tell me when I say I need you
Does it tingle in your belly...
If i cud have just 1 wish
i would wish 2 wake up every day...
Alone as i lie here, i dream of one night
that i hold you until dawn, I'm my arms so tight...
The kiss was soft and gentle.
It seemed eternal...
A warm summer night, Cashmere pajamas,
Hardcover novel, Miss Dior Cherie perfume...
I closed my eyes and your image was all I saw
I have dreamt of you all day...
Chocolate eyes
Meet the truth...
I love you so much Jess, and you know that.
And I know that you wont go back...
You
revive me...
It starts out as a regular day come over pick me...