Paris Nights~ by Mark Spain
i'm not lonely or lost . . . . but when days are long, maybe too long for me, my thoughts begin to trace - anywhere you might be - there are no rest stops, only quick glances, light touches and tiny kisses i am lingering in the fragrance of forever moments so divine, a slow song longing to caress its magic your love sends me, through tunnels of beauty over bridges of pure ecstasy, to a place of sweet delight i want to go, anywhere you might be __________________ just a little scribble ~ thoughts from the heart ~
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