The Perfect Lover

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Waking up to the magic
tormented with the need
eyes still dreamy , in each fibre
of my being, I feel
Your smell, ever so divine,
kisses me softly
makes me go weak in my knees,
makes me smile

Desperate for your warmth
touching my lips so tender,
soothing my nerves
my heart beats, just a bit faster
You make me alive
melting the pain
the sun shines brighter
when you burn through my veins

My reflection told me,
it was meant to be
The color of my eyes,
always belonged to thee.
Ripped from the life
Burnt for pleasure
Crushed by the world
the pain sets us free

You give me shelter
through the days so cruel
and keep me alive
in the nights insane
I am holding you close,
as the moon washes over me
Is there a lover like you
my dear cup of caffeine?

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PS: the image is googled

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