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
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
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
