There isn't much to say about myself...
Unless I was to actually write an autobiography, including a self description for no reason because somewhere down the line it's gonna get boring, and not get read! Any ways, I'm not a poet, but I've recently got in contact with the love of my life after losing her, and thats got me into a littlecreative thinking... she's the reason I'm a member here... so... I think that's preety much it...
do feel free to talk though... later
As I am writing this, I hear you breathe...
quietly.... your breast softly rising....
you lay on my chest.
I'm looking down at you smiling... feeling like the luckiest man in the world to have the pleasure of seeing you like this...
...
To think... I almost forgot your smile, beautiful, bright perfect
Your lips, sweet, moist, soft
your eyes, innocent
your love pure...
...
I'm realizing now,
that I've truely messed up.
I lost my best friend,
and my dearest love.
...
Carresing your hair,
kissing your lips
biting your neck
massaging your back
...