Infectious Perfection Poem by Shyanne Morreau

left with only a memory
of your warmth upon me
and i can still feel you breath
your heart synchronized with me

your taste still lingers on my lips
i quivver through my fingertips
you are a drug i never want to quit
if there is one there is only and your it

i could not sleep at all last night
thinking of you your smile your eyes
so i waited until the morning light
and i thought of you while watchin the sunrise

i need you here with me
and forever i will sing
just screaming out my melodies
and everyone will see

they all understand me now
they know why they know how
the love i feel for you all about
i have fallen for you there is no doubt