Exquiste
No hope,
I choke,
Back the vanity,
And pure insanity,
That breaches my mind,
I’ll find,
The beauty in all,
All,
Tender loving care,
This cross I bear,
Suffocates me,
Hurry and flee,
I’ll surely be,
The one you desire,
That makes you perspire,
My love runs deep,
Let it seep,
Into your heart,
Into your soul,
Lose control,
Of all that you feel,
I’ll show you real,
When I swing my hips,
And meet your lips,
You’ll know.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2011
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