A Friday, Midnight, 12:41am
Honey and lustful sounds can be the only way to describe your voice and the way it dances. It'd be great to meet you one day. Have a bit of intimacy that revolves around holding your hand.
Its a bit odd with how much hope and sadness you fill me up with but the thought of you makes everything better. You may just feel like what a true love is.
You flourish strong urges within me of becoming better for you. Yet you don't exactly know me to judge what improvement I need. But it'd be a dream to lay beside you and gaze at the way you handle thing. Listen to your sighs of frustration and watch stray strands of hair fall into your lashes.
You sound like forever. As if you know the reasons of every wonder of the world.
You're behind sunlight and white tiles. The best mix of a morning and soft presses of skin. You'll be winter and I'd be the very beginning of it. Too much alike, there wouldn't be any problems because you'd understand me you wouldn't envy me.
Sugar is your best friend and your name. You probably reject that though. The color of your skin says otherwise.
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