Bhaskar
07-28-2006, 01:03 AM
We: Huddled on a couch that could never hope to hold us.
Me: Shivering under your air-conditioned caresses.
You: Softer than a wisp of moonlit cloud, sweeter than a sip of the autumn sky.
... and yet somehow I don't know if I should call you to ask if you're ok.
Me: Shivering under your air-conditioned caresses.
You: Softer than a wisp of moonlit cloud, sweeter than a sip of the autumn sky.
... and yet somehow I don't know if I should call you to ask if you're ok.