If lips were unique like
snowflakes and fingertips...

Even my heart is
swaying against my...

How convenient that
you would choose to forget...

There could have been
fireworks beside those...

I couldn't help
but notice how...

They always say
not to look down...

Taunting, isn't it?
Being unaided in...

As your soft skin sweetly brushes against mine
I close my eyes and quiver with love...

I woke up with yesterday's thoughts -
still lingering...

The shadow that lies beneath the flesh
Follows me as if it were leading me...

I need to intercept my own thoughts,
just so I don't break down in front...

It seems
as though your thoughts of me...