Without HimA Poem by Zaila
With the sun still asleep
I feel my soul start to weep I miss his heartbeat And his enticing heat Is this my obsession, To be his loved possession? I wish that he was here To feel him hold me so near Whether truth or fiction, He's truly my addiction! © 2015 Zaila |
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Added on July 15, 2015 Last Updated on July 15, 2015 |