The Sun
He wakes me up in the morning with a big burst of energy
The night was dead and cold
When I awake
I can’t wait to feel his fingers and hands
Running along my skin
Relieving my chills and goose bumps.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
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3 comments:
i like the sun to especially in the summer
hope it doses the same thing to hopfuly to me
I don't know what your really trying to say in this poem but it sounds really good. The way you describe that you want him to run his fingers along your skin. thats way good. =)
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