I need.
I need my lips to reach your kiss,
my mouth to taste that holy bliss.
I need to say my love is true,
my words to tell all this to you.
I need to hear your whispering voice,
my ears to enjoy that silent noise.
I need my mind to open up,
my hopes to climb the highest top.
I need my soul to reach the sky,
my heart to dream that I can fly.
Av: Boa Berg
2004-06-19
03:00
Poetry by Boa Berg
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Written on 2005-08-03 at 08:21
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