Who Are You
Skin soft as rose pedals, dark cinnamon, with a scent of peach.Face of an angle, smile lovely like the day's end, sight of you I loose my speech.
Picture of you I keep, to forget your face would be a sin, I want to love I just don't know where or how to began.
Single touch makes me moan a manly weep, eyes makes my soul loose it's footing.
High off you-soaring high as an eagles beak, voice relaxing-like blue-jay's humming.
Strolling hand-to-hand with the sand at our feet, kissing your fruitful lips I pause to think, and realize that these are just clips.
Videos of you I keep deep down within. I dream of you so when we meet, in fantasy and reality is where our souls shall sleep.
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