play with your name across my lips. how i imagine what is just beyond my finger tips. oh, to get close enough for one sweet kiss. tell me what am i supposed to do? with all this love that I have for you. i am just a crazy, love sick fool. there's a good reason …
sometimes
Sometimes I think about brushingyour long lashes with my fingertipsand wonder at the taste of your red lips. Would you smile if I let down your hairand ran my fingers through the dark strands?What would it feel like to hold your hand? and if I pulled you close—and let our bodies intertwine—Would you finally be …
Dixie's Road Trip 