Friday, December 31, 2010

short new years stories

As midnight catches her hair, she looks so fair as if an angel was standing there.

Her eye so clear as he holds her hips, their lips begin to pout.

As the 12-hour chimes, their feelings do climb.

Tender embrace as they kiss, as their hearts start to race.

Could be the winter air why she is trembling there?

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