Arabian nights
live in her eyes,
her presence feels
like paradise.
Like paradise
smells her dark hair,
her skin is soft,
heaven she spares.
Heaven she spares
for thirsty me.
I kiss her hands
and then her lips.
And then her lips
turns into flame
in which I burn,
whispering her name.
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Author:
Peter Balkus (
Offline) - Published: September 18th, 2017 13:28
- Category: Love
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Comments1
What you up to? You having fun there? Did you meet her?! heehee.
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