I am a nomad who wish not to be a nomad. I loiter around my own solitude with eyes wide open towards a guest unexpected. I love with passion and feel the pain with total devotion. My heart is not too far away from a quick smile and a silent tear. I live life like as if... I lost sense of time
Do not
Monday, February 01, 2010
Kisses
Finger tips Upturned lips Ear lobes Shoulder orbs Eye lashes Hair strands Soft feet Tender palms Spinal crevice Heart’s cleavage Face so nice Arching neck Thrusting chin I just have two lips To place infinites kisses
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