by Miss Mars

Created on: August 06, 2008

It's the little things...
Caramel skin..
Eyes deeper then the river,
his accent,
when he whispered..
Skin against skin,
dark against light,
hope against want...
Nothing compares,
not the tall trees,
against the wind,
not the sky,
not the softness,
of the earth...
His breath in my ear,
beads of sweat,
on my brow.
Skin as soft as silk,
his body moving against my body,
I never wanted it to end...
I felt his hand in my hand..
In one moment,
we were one...
Outside the clouds,
continue to form,
in the corners
of the sky...

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