onsdag 30 juni 2010

All those dreams.

There was something special with your lips. Soft and yet so incredibly beautiful. You smelled lovely and it was hot. Actually, it was perhaps too hot but it did nothing. When you held your arms around me time stopped. The night before you were a dream that seemed infinitely far away. The next day you were also my dream. Then the dream was reality.

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