Secret Promise

We are forever Trever.
Your whistling whispers,
sweet as strawberries drenched
in honey.
Golden, silent scent of a beautiful woman.
The touch of her emerald eyes,
in my mind every minute.
Oh crap,
I’m doing it again.

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