Gently does she move in with surprise
making sure, i dont realise
Moving her hands through my hair
i feel her caress filled with care
she plays with me making me quiver
almost sometimes making me shiver
I feel the warmth in her company
although she's cold herself to many
Engulfing me in herself
she makes me forget all within myself.
When all she does is make me please,
how much i want to say, thank you Ms. Breeze.
Wednesday, 15 August 2007
Who is she?
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Its you who wrote this poem?
Why, you doubt?
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