Poker life
Every time I see him.
Every time I smell his cologne.
Every time I hear his voice.
Every time I touch him over his clothes.
Every time I taste his kiss.
I have to fake it.
I have to fake like he's not the epitome of my senses.
Like seeing, smelling, hearing, touching and tasting him doesn't make me feel like the luckiest woman alive.
And I have one hell of a poker face. :)
Every time I smell his cologne.
Every time I hear his voice.
Every time I touch him over his clothes.
Every time I taste his kiss.
I have to fake it.
I have to fake like he's not the epitome of my senses.
Like seeing, smelling, hearing, touching and tasting him doesn't make me feel like the luckiest woman alive.
And I have one hell of a poker face. :)
posted by Elliya at 7:44 PM
Where the music is trapped. 
1 Comments:
Congratulations Amber, sounds like you finally hit the jackpot. It sounds like you're happy, and that makes me happy. Love you :D
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