Desire
Desire
When ever I see him walk through
that door he makes me
breathless, I shiver within.
He makes me restless with desire
with his every touch.
I clutch him like there's
no tomorrow, I want to just borrow
his clever magic over me.
I know
this might seem tragic, I just want to
see another tomorrow without the talk
of sorrow, Just want for all to get
the fever of desire.
Copyright © Cheryl Mccall | Year Posted 2009
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