Oh- the things I'd do to get close ta' you
- an' feel, tightly around my head, your thighs.
You know not what a magnificent view
- you are seen as through this peasant's eyes.
Aye - I'd do it all - if only to be called yours;
- I'd build you a home o' bricks within the sticks!
I've felt sort-a down : I'm sure your love's the cure
- an' I'd do whatever it takes to get my fix..
I'd build you a giant cabin in the Irish highlands!
Oh - thee things I'd do to be called your guy;
- I'd shower you in silver, gold and diamonds!
Aye - I'd gift you all the gems I can buy!
Call me crazy - but - I'd do this much
- if only to feel, upon my skin, your touch!
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
Oh- the things I'd do to get close ta' you
- an' feel, tightly around my head, your thighs.
You know not what a magnificent view
- you are seen as through this peasant's eyes.
Aye - I'd do it all - if only to be called yours;
- I'd build you a home o' bricks within the sticks!
I've felt sort-a down : I'm sure your love's the cure
- an' I'd do whatever it takes to get my fix..
I'd build you a giant cabin in the Irish highlands!
Oh - thee things I'd do to be called your guy;
- I'd shower you in silver, gold and diamonds!
Aye - I'd gift you all the gems I can buy!
Call me crazy - but - I'd do this much
- if only to feel, upon my skin, your touch!
April Third, Two-Thousand an' Seventeen.
'Diamond' Poem Prompt, #NPMDiamond
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