My fair lady taste like a wine,
Of her fair lips, the taste is so divine,
When our lips locked,
They soon became mine,
It was from then on I could tell that Love was not blind.
"I seek not happiness for myself. For when you smile, I'm already contented" ~ Hirus
Friday, February 9, 2007
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