You are here, with me,
looking at me, loving me...
The porch that needs painting
peels its white skin in the sun.
We eat breakfast out here, although
it is nearly fall, and cold.
Strand of wind move through your
house like the finest blonde hair,
like your hair...
Your eyes look like an ocean green...
Your lips are touching mine.
I love when you are kissing me!
I love you!
You are here, with me, I love you!
© Copyright: Путана Бабочка Фиалковая, 2005
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