The feeling of you wanting me so eagerly awaits for your hands to crest my soul. As you fold in with your hip's and I try to push aside the emotions still at flow. You Lay there so peacefully, as the cold weather is becoming chillier than the other day's. Yet you've known me by her, but I wanted to show you him through me gentile but not hostile to our love.
While summer is soon to become fall, laying its beautiful flowers and summer breeze away. The season's that start to change over reminds me of her, a lady with such delicacy like a flower, with wheat's needing to be carefully planted.
While a broken Rose is still recognized by beauty but forgotten for its mistake.
I begin to crave, but not for your lust; I thirst which isn't from the weight of your touch, growing into my hunger as feeling's of me wanting you become flooding with emotion's.
I to must stay, as I know we both are to do the same. For like, I said the season's remind me of such love for her...