Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Imma Poet

I love the taste of your laugh
the smell of your smile
your hugs are my boa constrictor blanket of snow
your touch is the song I can't get out of my head
your eyes are puddles after it rains
the refection of clouds is your soul
I float away on your sleeping breaths
and pray this isn't a dream

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