nying ang matu... dyna!!!
if i could only fly, love... i would've been visiting you every night after work. let you wash away all the tiredness and aches in my legs from my 4-hour travel to and from burwood every single day.
it's not easy being away from you, love. and that statement, by itself, is an insult to the intense feeling of longing we have for each other. how long before i see you? how long before i feel, smell, touch you? if mushiness could only be measured, i'd be liquid.
flowing down your body, covering every inch, touching every fibre, every bit of hair, every pore.
let me fill you.
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by lei at 11:41 AM
i remember the song nalulunod. i can't wit to be with you and write you a new song.
should i be the one filling you? hihi iloveyou!