I…
desperately trying to speak the words
stare at her in silence
see her eyes in darkness
her touch is electric
she c_a n move you in million ways
utopia for her means a lot ov things
I wonder how she’s doin’ today…
maybe just. fine.
tailorin’ dolls ‘ol day or maybe
busy. dressin her vanities.
---o>> I wish to be her bedsheet.
her head over my shoulder
she’s plain, she’s si m_p le and
she’s pleasurable
bittersweeter than any chocolate
her mind, her body and her sou l
her moves says it all
need not say a thing.
she’s passionate,
she’s quiet and
she’s poetic
I wish to have a camera…
and she will be my aura
struck by her name.
Camil.
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