You are the sway in my chest,
The warmth in my breath.
You are the scent on my skin,
A full breath of sin.
The lust in my feet as I walk toward you,
The ache in my soul when I behold you.
You to me.
There was never anything else it could ever be.
Not to me,
Anyway.
Lead me astray and hope that I stay.
Oh, but your eyes when they rest,
Are my own personal neste.
You are..