Your eyes how they sparkle,
Hair like spun silk,
I shiver when I see you,
Your skin pure as milk.
Lips like red wine,
Your smile makes me weak,
I'm lucky that I found you,
So special and unique.
The touch of your hand,
Soft words from your lips,
I dream to stand behind you,
My hands on your hips.
When that day arrives,
And we're as one face to face,
I hope you aren't disappointed,
Get mad and shoot me with Mace.
2007-06-07
09:30:04
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