I Am A Poet
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She mystifies my senses
with a fingertips touch
delicate as baby's breath
and crumbles my will
with a sensual glance
from the depths of my soul
she sparks a flame of desire
and I walk on burning coals
my heart consumed completely
I long for her
for only she can quench this fire...[/center]
She mystifies my senses
with a fingertips touch
delicate as baby's breath
and crumbles my will
with a sensual glance
from the depths of my soul
she sparks a flame of desire
and I walk on burning coals
my heart consumed completely
I long for her
for only she can quench this fire...[/center]