Promise
Under the willow tree,
you kissed me
we danced
we hugged
we picked the small leaves.
Under the porch roof,
you held me
we whispered
we giggled
we wondered about the wood.
Under the warm covers,
you promised me
we touched
we caressed
we sliped out our bodies.
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Living in a world where some things just are way too loud, where a paper is screaming out so much.... I wish it was always nice things that objects scream though.
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