You make me feel like an angel with wings
out-stretched and hands flying.
I find things hard to hear when the breath
you are blowing in my ear sets my skin
Ablaze.
With the strength of your iron bosom I
listen to the rhythm that resonates continually.
"And he is beautiful." She said
as she pushed her hair behind her ear.
The moon rises with her glowing rays and
the songs play and the sirens sing
Annoying
lyrics but it does not matter much.
And I am glowing and my nipples
prickle, and my nose crinkles and I feel eager.
I have a reason to get sick and heel
stricken where my head topples over
And falls between my ankles.
And the pace of a beating drum is not fast
enough, and the warmth in my belly
Will not subside, and this redness
will not leave my face.
And the kisses you leave everywhere have
me yearning again and again.
And if painting in patience cannot explain
it then my eyes will,
And these pretty butterflies will not go
away, and now you make me
Just a little anxious.
And my kisses need your fresh lips like
the lipstick on my chapped lips,
I inhale because each one is engrossing
and tingles through my pours,
I am almost lightheaded, (and I think I am
may need you)
And I want you more and more.
And I will paint your for a new you and let
you inside of my passions,
And I have found you despite the old me
who has grown quite out of fashion.
I cannot get you off my mind.
This feeling is entrancing.
It is incessant.
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