My Man: The Ace
I desire someone… Who will move the strands of hair away from my eyes, and then kiss me Who will hold my hand in the crowd and make all the girls envying Someone who thinks I’m b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l Someone who will take something from me, So that I have to jump on him to get it [...]
Apr 21 2011 | Posted in Poetry | Read More »
