Sunday, October 26, 2014

Pong Pong's Mother

I love the way you move.
Aggressive,
you are most lovely,
lovable.
tender lips,
gentle kiss,
that's the rush coincide,
heavenly wishful dream,
reality.

GoD's Gift

Like a gentle soothing breeze
Piercing the summer sun,
Her Affection,
Beautiful,
Morning Sun,
Sun-set is overrated.
She whispers,
Her affection
So Real,
Truthful
Childish-Contentment
Hope
Reaches Beyond
Reality
But No Tomorrow
Cherish Today -
That's her,
My Precious.