Monday, May 23, 2005
Still, almost every thought begins with you taking me in your arms. I want to feel your skin next to my cheek, your arms around me, your strength, your warmth.
I want to gaze into your eyes, while you make my body tremble and my heart sing.
I want to spend the rest of my life being yours.
I want to gaze into your eyes, while you make my body tremble and my heart sing.
I want to spend the rest of my life being yours.