The touch of her smooth skin on mine, The kiss of her lips on mine, I become damaged as I believe I do not deserve happiness, As I look at her it is like I am looking at a guardian angel with so much lust, It as though she has been sent down to show me the way, But as I look into her mysterious eyes I know she does not feel the same.
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Josh (
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I can strongly relate to this. I too had someone who was my angel. Well written
Wonderfully written
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