Monday, August 17, 2009

A Work In Progress

the heat rises off your skin like the sun
why are you the one.
that makes my heart skip beats
and i'm blushing whenever our eyes meet
i'd trade it all for you boo
stop giving into the late night calls
when she craves the attention of another
i'll allow the memory of your embrace to remind me
that there is no sacred place
other than the softness of your touch
the lullaby of your energy
the vow that is your countenance
baby, i'll trade it all for you...

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