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..
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Author:
jm (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 7th, 2016 22:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Your classic, run-of-the-mill sappy love poem.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Love those sappy, run of the mill love pieces and your does not disappoint my friend. Great write. NP...
Thank you so much! Appreciated greatly.
...I like it. Great write
Thank you, thank you!
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