Ah! I am tired ...
Where is his shoulder?
Where is his arm
Around my waist?
Where is the wind
To cool the flame
Of his tender
Lips sweet kisses?
Ah! I am tired ...
Where is the gaze
Of his moist
Lustful eyes?
Empty memories ...
Wild the absence ...
I 'm withered ...
Where is his shoulder?
Where is his arm
Around my waist?
Where is the wind
To cool the flame
Of his tender
Lips sweet kisses?
Ah! I am tired ...
Where is the gaze
Of his moist
Lustful eyes?
Empty memories ...
Wild the absence ...
I 'm withered ...
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| http://pockypuu.blogspot.com/Treading Through An Untrimmed Memory acrylic & color pencil
Framed and matted
21 x 17.5"53 x 44 cm |
