You stimulate me . . .
You captivate me . . .
I exist just to kiss you
Good Lord how I miss you
Crave the way you need me
Crave the way you feed me
You infatuate and haunt me
****** my mind and taunt me
You're the man
Who's up'd my game
Laid me bare, tattooed my frame
Seared my flesh with sticky lips
Changed my life, re-wrote my scripts
You're more than a strong addiction
You are my main affliction
You electrify and rock me
Your kisses jolt and shock me
Hey baby I'm not complaining
Loved our **** spring training
Only problem I'm perceiving
Hate your absence; hate our leaving!
Home without you isn't pretty
Matter of fact it's just plain ******
Rather have you here beside me
To love me, kiss me, satisfy me
This love struck little rhyme of mine
Written just to past the time
Is praying that you feel the same
'Cuz you're the match that lights my flame
It's us and we this poem's about
(Powered by our three week drought)
Not me; a word that's paid its dues
Of missing love and missing clues
Us and We and ours will be
Yours and Mine and Ours to see
Our love, our faith, our trust the key
To making love eternally
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
You stimulate me . . .
You captivate me . . .
I exist just to kiss you
Good Lord how I miss you
Crave the way you need me
Crave the way you feed me
You infatuate and haunt me
****** my mind and taunt me
You're the man
Who's up'd my game
Laid me bare, tattooed my frame
Seared my flesh with sticky lips
Changed my life, re-wrote my scripts
You're more than a strong addiction
You are my main affliction
You electrify and rock me
Your kisses jolt and shock me
Hey baby I'm not complaining
Loved our **** spring training
Only problem I'm perceiving
Hate your absence; hate our leaving!
Home without you isn't pretty
Matter of fact it's just plain ******
Rather have you here beside me
To love me, kiss me, satisfy me
This love struck little rhyme of mine
Written just to past the time
Is praying that you feel the same
'Cuz you're the match that lights my flame
It's us and we this poem's about
(Powered by our three week drought)
Not me; a word that's paid its dues
Of missing love and missing clues
Us and We and ours will be
Yours and Mine and Ours to see
Our love, our faith, our trust the key
To making love eternally