Will You Stay The Night Poem by Crimson Love

But without some kind of physical attraction. How will this go with a conversation of human interaction. A pale complexion turns fair. And suddenly it's hard not stare. Like candy you lay there. Waiting to be eaten. A fruit to be plucked by something I would call love. Is it personality that one desires more then the pheromones of physical beauty? This is a question I ask myself all the time. I find that theirs is both a need for mental and physical attraction. Great Poem Crimson...