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May 2010
Doe-eyed lovely object of my affections
What I wouldn’t do to become lost in your sweet caress
Arrogant, selfish needs- what is this obsession?
The way you smile negates my façade and leaves me helpless.
Oh, just to touch thee, hold thee, kiss thee…
My last breath I pray will be spent
On a kiss bestowed upon thy lips.
Written by
Nickolas Lawson
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