Friday 25 October 2013

Your eyes always ask me - In hidden style behind the door

A beautiful mole of your lovely  cheeks,
Have touch my heart in deep,
My wet eyes are anxious,
For touching it in real,
When you look at me,
In hidden style behind the door,
Your eyes always ask me,
A personal question,
Why I am not close to you,
Have lot of desires with you.

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