First and LastA Poem by Reanna Weekley
Amidst the foggy morning trees
I saw your form shy from the breeze I bit my lip to stifle there The feelings that I longed to share You quit your task to tend me sweetly My eyes traveled your face discretely Your hand touched mine in heated bliss And here I had my first, and last sweet kiss © 2012 Reanna Weekley |
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Added on September 14, 2012 Last Updated on October 24, 2012 Author
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