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May 2020
Your touch lingers on my skin
A hand to my cheek
One passionate set of lips to another
Your teeth that grazed my neck so freely

You call me your siren
Beautiful and fair, a voice to match

To that, I call you my Sailor
For I am drawn to you as much as you are to me
I know in my heart that I chose you
And I'll follow you wherever you go

You call me your fae
Irresistable and enchanting

To that, I call you my Angel
You saved me from my darkest place
When I'm with you, my heart soars
And I feel so high above the clouds I forget my own name.
<3 H
Written by
Zoe Grace  16/F/NSW, Australia
(16/F/NSW, Australia)   
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