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Aug 2013
My mind is full of these thoughts
Thoughts that are surrounded with her
The thoughts grow every day like crops
In a field of love and care

She is the queen, the princess, the duchess
Of the kingdom that is my heart
She's won me over and wants my touches
It is a shame that we're apart

Her body is my muse
Her thoughts my only interest
By her I want to be used
She is the finest artist

I want her to paint me with her fantasies
And on my heart write her love
She has stolen my sanity
She fits me like a glove

I'm not even aware of how we got here
To this very high and heavenly place
But to be completely fair
She deserves this along with my warm embrace

I hope to remain in this field forever
This field of pure joy and happiness
So our love crops can evolve into a fever
A fever that is just an added bonus
So sick in love.

© Peyton 2013
Emily
Written by
Emily  Austin
(Austin)   
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