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Sun Kissed
Sun kissed,
And smiling fine. She looks sweetly at me, And I gently melt, so slowly. As her finger-tips caress my fair neck, And trace sweet lines of ashen dew. I sigh out in whispers And take her hand. Sun kissed… |
OMG A NEW n00bs WHO WRITING DOESN'T SUCK =O
This is pretty, I like it. |
Lmao. I was waiting for you to say something. I've heard you can be very critical ;)
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He likes it cos of your poetic/romantic turn of phrase.
In other words...you remind him of himself. |
ahhhhh:P
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Shut up! My romantic poems deal with being in fields at night, ask Crowe. |
With stars twinkling in the night sky, reflecting your eyes like diamonds that cut my soul and scar my heart. :rolleyes:
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lmao
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If anything romantic happens in Crowquill's world - it must take place near a girl with nice curves, with a gentle moonlight, in or near a field... and someone has to cry. I love it.
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