His Way of Loving Me
When he smothers me gently, with his lovely smile
I feel like I own the world, as he prey my fears to miles
His palms are soft, and his looks are so intense
But am the only one etched in their depths
His ways of telling me am the most beautiful
His way of loving me, I sure feel so beautiful
The questions in his eyes, tells me to stay
And the whispers of his lips, says not to stray
His fingers are made to struck the chords of my heart
And how merry it is, when I dance to the tune he arts
Copyright © White Sage | Year Posted 2017
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