your eyes open as softly as buds open into flowers at dawn...it is dawn...consciousness comes tapping your senses...the warm shoulder that your chin rests upon...the hands that tuck the stray strands of your hair behind your ear...the fingers which trace your lips and pry your chin down a little...the lips that envelope and caress yours...
your eyes open as softly as buds open into flowers at dawn...it is dawn...it is also a dream...dreams end, desires don't...
the longest streets, desire that never ends - thom gunn
6 comments:
wow ho!!!!:D
i owe you one whole pizza jus for commenting:):):)
awesome :) simply brilliant...
Shrink, remember the Burger meet we were posed to have... Remind me its on me!!!
I have got up early in morning for many things... but i thing i had always wanted to get up early and do is.. watch her sleep and wake up... I had tried a million times to describe how she looks when she sleeps and gets up early in the morning... but every time i begin i fail so horrendously that i feel i have no intellect...
Thank you for portraying something that i have always thought of penning.. i feel light...
Cheers..
wow.. u are such a romantic!!
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