The eyes, no longer thirsty. -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #188
I cannot think when/ You are around sometimes I/ Forget how to breathe -Kel Dayheart
Branded
Press against me Hold me tight So I can feel Just how much You want me I'm addicted To your brand Of love -Kel Dayheart
Get Used to This
I could get used to this I could get used to this To this, to this Waking up to a crowded bed No longer with a cold side But no sides at all Gravitating to the middle I could get used to this I could get used to this To this, to this Waking up... Continue Reading →
