Jet black hair,
Tan skin.
I love him so much,
I don't know where to begin.
Deep brown eyes,
That I never stop missing.
Lips just right for the kissing.
Hands that work wonders,
A growl like thunder.
With a mere kiss he has me weak at the knees.
The one that I trust,
You're the object of my lust,
A single touch is almost too much.
My Lover,
My Fighter,
My Dave,
Mi Amore. heart
Tan skin.
I love him so much,
I don't know where to begin.
Deep brown eyes,
That I never stop missing.
Lips just right for the kissing.
Hands that work wonders,
A growl like thunder.
With a mere kiss he has me weak at the knees.
The one that I trust,
You're the object of my lust,
A single touch is almost too much.
My Lover,
My Fighter,
My Dave,
Mi Amore. heart
Love is everything it's cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.
-Erica Jong, O Magazine, February 2004-
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
-Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)-
-Erica Jong, O Magazine, February 2004-
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
-Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)-
