She Makes Me Rise
Down this hole.
Are you to hold me.
Reaching up...
Leaning to kiss.
Every breath I take.
Never ends without your name.
Ever and ever you make the sun rise.
Rising above to my lips.
Anchoring on and never letting go.
Never again will I be in such bliss.
Already I knew I was in love.
by
urabakaposted on 07/10/2008
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