Locked in the shackles of your beaded waistline, comforted by the warmth of your arms, fed by the bounty of your love, lost and intoxicated by the beauty of your eyes,bewitched by the rhythm of your smile. You\'re my blanket of hope.
From the golden flairs of sunrise to the calmness of midnight; loving you is the only thing I want to do.
From the rocky hills of the north, to the beautiful scenes of both East and west with you is where I want to be.
From the mouth watering taste of McDonald\'s to the grills of my mother\'s; you are the only thing I crave for, the one thing I want to have daily, everyday.
I\'ve become the boy who can\'t get enough of you. My friable lips burns in the sight of yours.