sparkle2u

I'm thinking of you again and it feels like infatuation. When I met you in Mare Street and we had a conversation, couldn't have guessed I'd feel like this, not in my imagination. But nowadays when you call, I start to get palpatations. And the joke is you're Nigerian, I mean Nigeria of all nations! But now that I have you met you ignore the cliched reputations. But the truth is, our love making, would create some condensation, And the softness of your lips, well I just dream of that sensation. You see, I like you for different reasons, I know you're into meditation, and Aikido martial arts which prevents all alter

Matrix theme tune came on the radio and caught my heart. Caught me out. You were at the forefront of my mind once again. Am I ever at yours? I wonder every day. Didn't know whether to turn it off or just listen and think of you, of better times. I bet you know I listened. I miss the you I thought you were. I miss the you I thought you were, so gentle, thoughtful, kind. I miss the you I thought you were, You were always on my mind. You played that Elvis song to me, while sitting in the car, told me my lips looked kissable, but scared to go too far. I miss the you I thought you were, I miss those pools of eyes staring at me sta