vendredi 5 avril 2013
Once, I was beautiful and desired attracting men like a magnet. Now, I am myself. but your hand on my face, your fingertips on my lips - Make Time vanishes.
I will always tremble for your touch - your fingers are a poem
My love for you is the only empire, I will ever build. When it falls - as all empires do, my career in empire building will be over. I will retreat to an island. I will fold my clean clothes. I will wash the dishes. I will never again dream of having the whole world. My love for you is the only empire, I will ever build...
I want to fix my body under yours and sleep. Whenever I caress you, all trace of me is wiped away.