February 2010
3 posts
The seeds of mistrust are usually watered behind your back. When they’re watered in front of you, probably good to get out before your feet get wet.
A moment's lust, a lifetime's relief.
As I lay here with you, my heart with the sound of not one but two. Your every kiss fuels my fire, your every embrace takes me higher. With each passing day, with each kiss I wish to lay on your sweet lips, my longing for you rips apart my sanity. Missing you is everything but vanity.
Dedicated to my adoring girlfriend! (I saw you but a few hours ago and I miss you already =D)