Morning
By mlamont
The smell of sweet loveStill on our breathsWith mornings dewtouching us like feathersThe smell of your hairignites a fire inside of mea fire that only you can put out.Your touch sends a spark through my oh so tired bodyAnd when we kissflowers bloom, the wind sends a breeze that saysI love you. Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 11:44 AM PST 18 • 0 • 16
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"The smell of sweet loveStill on our breathsWith mornings dewtouching us like feathersThe smell of your hairignites a fire inside of mea fire that only you can put out.Your touch sends a spark through my oh so tired bodyAnd when we kissflowers bloom, the wind sends a breeze that saysI love you...."