Saturday, August 15


Shy eyes.
Sharp lips.
Immature curves.
It all tempts me.
Her jewelries shimmer with her.
Her smile so perfect,
Turned me inside out,
With all my feelings vaporized.
Her body is still warm,
                       Warm enough to cross the night.

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