Janika

Your lips speak soft sweetness
your touch a cool caress
I´m lost in your magic
My heat beats within your chest.

I think of you each morning
and dream of you each night
i think of your arms around me
and cannot express my delight

Never have I fallen
but I´m quickly on my way
you hold a heart in your hands
thats has never before given away.


En Dikt?  Jag fick av tomislav för tusen år sedan :D

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