george albot


Just To Touch


You appear and I still get butterflies
You touch me and my heart beats faster
And when I kiss you everything
Around us just seams to fades away
Today when you had gone
It burns and I don’t just mean
That Albert’ on fire
But I think you know how he felt’’
It was defiantly hard! ! for him to let you go

But I still feel the same when I’m with you
As I have always done, the yearnings
I have for you have not change
And I can’t see that changing for the future

I miss you sometime
That hurts the heart
I don’t know what’s planned
For are future
I just know I can’t
See the day without you
Can’t give you up yet
Well at least not until we have slept together ‘’
XXX

Submitted: Sunday, September 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 02, 2013

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