A promise lookin to be soft.
Yes soft, sweet with a paticular taste.
The soft, sweet, taste of bliss known as sin.
Oh how soft, sweet, and blissful your taste of sin is to me.
I will sit here calmly.
My heart racing.
Waiting until your lips might meet mine.
If you aren't what I had hoped for,
I must now quickly go away now.
YOU ARE READING
My Works
PoetryThese are just some poems I've written over a few years. . . This is just a few by the way ^_^
