You
You do funny things to me
My hand always searching for yours
My eyes looking for every opportunity
To have your skin on mine
But my lips are the worst
In constant crave of a sweet kiss
That'll lingers till the next
Or a demanding fever of kisses
Causing moans to
Consume the silent air
You do funny things to me
Just the thought of your touch
Leaves me breathless and
Causes a stampede
Of heart beats in my chest
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