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Does It Rain On The Moon?

Monday, December 14, 2009

Mist

Just out of reach
Like the mist
There she is
No longer a dream

I see her smile
Her lips curl gently
Warm
Inviting

I fall into her eyes
Deep as the sea
I'm lost
Completely captivated

I hear her voice
Relaxed and pleasing
I'm paralyzed
Lulled, not wanting to move

Don't leave
Stay a bit longer
As long as you like
Forever works for me
Posted by Will at 01:20

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