Untitled thoughts
If upon seeing your face I fall deeply in love with your soul, your being, your aura… What does that mean? Will you have me? All of me? My flaws that no one else can see? The hard core exterior of this woman I am portaited to be, simply longing for you to hold me
Who is she? Does she mean to your spirit what you mean to my being? Does she speak in intellectual tongues that holds your attention all night to wrap you into her warmth until morning? Do you reveal your secrets to she, and does her smile bring a comfort to your insecurities? Forgive me for being so forward but should you not be tied, maybe there is still a might. In a past life I’ve greeted you and known your name a connection that upon scene when seen it came a memory of times past company.
Who is she?
Not me…
