Wednesday, March 24, 2010


Like chocolates after taste
You are the lust after first base
The love below shows on your face
Glowing as bright as star dust in space
Eyes black holes who erase the past
Missing you is impossible the way it lasts
The way we laugh through the darkness
Your smile is as crooked as the apartments
Of Brooklyn, Chicago,or even Bowen homes
You are the apple of my lust when we're all alone...


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