Your freckles are oases for my nomadic fingers
On the desert of your skin,
And water wells for my caravan lips,
Trading in kisses and passion.
I want to dwell on them,
Each one for a year,
Until I am old
And ripe with love.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
7/17/2010 09:56:00 PM - Freckles
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