24 December 2012
Skin so soft, fragile and tan, Our fingers intertwined and held each others hand.
I searched her body, neck, hips and shoulders, Felt like the luckiest person to hold her.
Teased temptations, Nails on skin, Quiet climaxes, Walls paper thin.
She looked beautiful, When she woke up with the sun, She was right when she said she's not perfect, But damn it shes the one.
but she's gone now.
Left with the sun, was carried out by the breeze, Her memories now fly with the wind through the branches of these trees.
She Woke With The Sun • Opuss № I