Twenty four hours a day.
Seven days a week.
I miss you when you're not in bed.
I miss you when we speak.
But when I get to see you
my frown turns upside down.
Your luscious lips. Your beady eyes.
Your naked back, and **** thighs.
I must admit my weakness.
For me you are too much.
You make me feel so warm inside
without even your touch.
I love the way you look at me
when we're alone in my room.
It is the way you steal my breath
that will lead to my doom.
You watch me. You tease me.
You encourage lustful behaviour.
You're quiet, yet screaming;
the cards turn in your favour.
You got me. I'm yours.
Even if you don't know it.
This secret I will keep,
for I'm starting to love it.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
Twenty four hours a day.
Seven days a week.
I miss you when you're not in bed.
I miss you when we speak.
But when I get to see you
my frown turns upside down.
Your luscious lips. Your beady eyes.
Your naked back, and **** thighs.
I must admit my weakness.
For me you are too much.
You make me feel so warm inside
without even your touch.
I love the way you look at me
when we're alone in my room.
It is the way you steal my breath
that will lead to my doom.
You watch me. You tease me.
You encourage lustful behaviour.
You're quiet, yet screaming;
the cards turn in your favour.
You got me. I'm yours.
Even if you don't know it.
This secret I will keep,
for I'm starting to love it.
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