Photo credit: Stefano Corso (Creative Commons) I’m here again in my reminiscence box. Where I can see your face—your face that sparks like a crystal in complete darkness. Where I can hear your voice—your voice that is as tranquil as the sound of the sea in the nightfall. Where I can hear your melody—your melody that makes my body move graciously. Where I can touch your body—your body that kept my body warm in unsympathetic nights. Where I can taste your lips—your lips that is more lenient than a cotton and smoother than a silk. Where I can feel you—you that I love the most. SHARE THIS ARTICLE: |
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