I still don't know the
color of you eyes
but you lips are like
ice wine.
When I whispered
show me your eyes
you squeezed me tighter
drawing me deeper
taking my breath
and we soared higher ever higher.
What
are you doing to me
California Girl?

-amahood
09.05.2005

09/05/2005

Posted on 09/05/2005
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