Saturday, January 3, 2015

Falling

I'm falling 
Hard 
For you 
This time

You are mine
All mine
Not like Before
More

It's now more 
Of me
More of you
And me 

Our kiss, new
Like two
Eager discover
The other 

No longer polite
We take
Everything free
And safe

I don't dread old age
With your hand
I hold 
Your place

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