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As Your Blood flows through you veins
                             like a smooth flowing River...
                                            I Love You;
                   As your Heart beats and yearns
                   for the touch of wild passion..
                                            I Love You;
                    as the chill crawls up my spine
                    as I look into your lustrous Eyes..
                                            I Love You;
                   As a seductive look from you
                   creeps through every fiber of my being..
                                           I Love You;
                   As I caress and massage your pain and deepest fears away;
                  As  the Bounty and willful pleasure of your Notoriously
                            Intelligent Mind is seeped from your lips;
                                                 I Love You;
                  So if ever you doubt and seek what is stuck within
                  Just remember as you breath Life and Beyond
                                             your Blood & Soul...
                                                  Did I mention
                         " I LOVE YOU MY IMMORTAL BELOVED".
Christopher Nathaniel Cartwright
Copyright © 1983-Present
Sweet serendipity,
Oh remarkable boy,
The hold you have on me,
I am overjoyed,
But the question engraved in me,
Still lingers,
In the back of my ever doubtful,
And wandering mind,
Am I ready to fall again?
Fall to another one's grasps,
Left to the fate of those incandescent eyes,
That could either be the key,
To my euphoric wonderland,
Or a hell of a demise.

I am easily twisted up in one's cleverly crafted words,
They are played throughout  in my mind,
As if they were original penned by him,
And who knows maybe, quite possibly, they are.

But oh,
He is fine,
And I do find that I unwind,
Deep in the grasps of his comforting arms.

Could this possibly lead me astray?
From my sweet tooth's possible decay,
Of this pure bliss that seems endless,
What happens if it should disappear?
I suppose I'll be left with a cavity,
Far too soon for the young spirit,
Of these short but drawn out years.

Can I afford to be in such a mess?
For his touch seems worth all the rest,
His smile and persuasive ways,
Captivates me,
The butterflies inside.
Does he know I feel like this?
I do believe he does,
And if I had it my own way,
He would not leave.
Please stay.
copyright © Deana Lightner 2010
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