Potentially Perfect

June 25, 2010
You are what completes my indecisive thoughts.You break the mold of havoc. And at last when the moon is at it's peak nothing you do is imperfect.I rest in your innocent arms, knowing that you are clueless to the wrong I've done. Your almost so hot it makes me cold. your masculine beauty is truly an art , till death do us part.





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