All good things must come to an end,
That also goes for the love-ing,
So when the love ends,
We must go our separate ways,
And stay away for the rest of our days,
Unless we reconnect,
And reminisce on old times with a party,
Not any kind of party,
We will get a little bit naughty,
Pop a bottle of Barcadi,
And recite touches on each other’s body,
So let’s just let go,
No ill wills or test-toes,
Keep all secrets at a hush,
And the breeze get in-between,
And lose touch,
I bit you farewell.
Jixi Fox
http://www.jixifox.me
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