Grey hair and wrinkled eyes <br />with tottering voice <br />walking with the stick <br />the young memories <br />guiding me around... <br /> <br />Your smile of that day <br />when piercing the nose <br />glittering diamond ring <br />sitting pretty well below the shiny eyes <br />your shallow blush <br />calling me to kiss <br />where my nerves melting in you <br />the queen`s moonlit face in my hands <br />are the memories guiding me to live... <br /> <br />Cuddling you in the back <br />where the fingers rhythm on you <br />playing the soft melodies <br />and the bellowing hisses we made <br />when the erected reddish bud and milky waist <br />and the state of lips locked as statue we are <br />your phobe looks <br />are the guiding force in me <br />and the memories are always around... <br /> <br />Hottest air and the fragrance of you <br />coin down over the warmth navel <br />swimming in the wet <br />over the creaching quilt <br />your reddish shy <br />pouring thunders of love <br />are the memoirs of lief... <br /> <br />Behind me your showering love <br />and walking with me <br />you are the guiding force for me <br />ever to live.....<br /><br />lily peace lago every by to ph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-311/
