
Warm summer days
when you were with me
we'd lay on white sands
for hours.
With the sand between our toes
and the sun rays shining on our bodies,
you touched me,
ran your fingers all over me.
My body started to quiver,
my knees, weak.
That feeling of rapture...
I yearned for you to stay.
The cold February came,
and took you away
I stand here in my empty room
staring at the glistening snow.
Somehow, the purity of the snow seems so tainted
without you...
It's cold and I am alone
Just as your touch made me shiver in the past,
I am trembling now even more without you
longing for those warm summer days,
longing for your warm embrace.
But I did write it. Haha



And awesome write, superbly penned 







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