watching you button up your shirt
and listening to the sound of water gulping down your throat
so sexy.
our slow walks in my bosky neighbourhood
on roads lined with gold medallions
filled with broken twigs, dried leaves and plumerias
so romantic.
I pick a flower and playfully tuck it behind your ear.
mon cheri
so cute.
we walk like nomad for hours
so slowly the warm wind rushes past my body and somehow i don't wan't to chase it
no more.
the mad river has finally met her sea
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