Jump to User:

myOtaku.com: SugarCone


Friday, August 26, 2005


Midnight Passion



Warm air soft against my skin,
The silver light of the moon,
His eyes so deep, so blue, I can drown if he lets me.

His touch sends shivers trough my being,
His kiss melts the coldest ice within my heart,
His voice as he whispers sweet words of love,
I lose myself within him.

The hour of true passion, the hour of despair,
Its midnight, life begins here.



Comments (8)

« Home