Sweet Abandon
Your voice, it calls to me
Your eyes, they signal me
Your lips, pucker frequently
What is this man to do?
The passion, so overpowers me
To fight? It’s just futility
Your touch, it sets me free
To lead me back to you
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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