The cure
You’re my addiction The way you please
My senses.
Every touch from you releases
Its future as it rests
In an art curing me of failure
When you look at me
I’m lifted to heights
Where I fly, it seems
And your eyes tempt me with your sigh
You’re beauty is as much as I can handle
You and I fit together in a poem
Sewn from a quilt of passion
Truly its my honor to take you home
Tonight we will mark this day in fashion
Come and sin with me all night
Tomorrow might rain
But whatever pain comes
We know we hold each other in no shame
In ways that run
In existence with showing love.
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