# years

One night, blissful hours engulfed in darkness.
Discomfort of yo weight on my lap not withstanding,
the slavery of yo tender touch so revered n yo bewitching smile so fresh.
I'm not good with words;
I know tht z lame but still, covers the shy feeling so overwhelming that renders me speechless in yo presence.
I so wanna say t but evrytime i try, i stammer n mumble words in no particular sane or logical order.
I wanna admit t.
Yesterday z history, the future z a mystery and today z a gift, we call t the present.
N in that light, yo my gift ;
my present....