MISSING
wz goin thru sum of my old poetry &blew the dust off this one...4got i wrote it lol. . .
Gazing out my window here
there's one thing on my mind -
the one young man who brings me cheer-
who's funny, sexy, kind.
I've thought of him today,
and yesterday; the day before.
And lying on my bed tonight
of him I'll dream once more.
I long to hear his laughter,
long to see his face
again.
I long to hold his hand,
to feel his lips across my skin.
The rivers of love I hold for him
shall flow indefinitely...
But is the way I'm pining for my love
the way he's missing me?
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***Givin' it to you on tha real like a cinema***
with my first love
2005 H. P.Inc.
Duece-Tail
"Big Bird"
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