Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Crave

Your eyes, your eyes
Like a starlit, glittered sky
Your hands, your hands
Are anything but shy
Your walk, your walk
Strong and absolute
Your lips, your lips
Like soft, sweet fruit

Anything and everything
About you I now crave
Inside out, around and about
In your spell I'm but a slave...

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