To some it may be a fairy tale,
And to others it may be a gamble.
Each responds in their own way,
For myself only can I speak.
In your presence I am fully engrossed,
Identity lost in the feelings for you.
You are the begin all and the end all,
My bright star on a cloudless night.
A smile from you brings joy overflowing,
My heart flutters at the quiver of your lips.
Deserts turn to lush green meadows,
Dried up canals become babbling brooks.
Barren land segue into promising fields,
And relief comes from unbearable pain.
Your touch gives orgasmic pleasure,
Your voice evokes images of angels singing.
I look into your eyes and I surrender,
Your prisoner, lost in all that is you!
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