Sunday Afternoon
I found true love on a warm Sunday afternoon.
Sitting on your bed wearing only
my bra and
your boxers
playfully strumming your guitar while
singing to you of
bones and
bedframes and
whatever else.
And you watched with a smile and
you listened without a word and
I sang to you for hours
on a warm Sunday afternoon.
Sitting on your bed wearing only
my bra and
your boxers
playfully strumming your guitar while
singing to you of
bones and
bedframes and
whatever else.
And you watched with a smile and
you listened without a word and
I sang to you for hours
on a warm Sunday afternoon.
posted by Vanity at 3:35 PM
1 Comments:
I love the simplicity in your words ....yet they tell a story so profound n so moving....simply love it :-)
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