I recall the intimate words once shared,
and I swear that you are him with whom
such sweet words were intimately shared.
My soul is burning for you,
my cheeks flush red
-beyond repair-
when you say love;
I want to make love.
and if I'm not careful
you'll put me through
eternal despair.
Because loving like this
is wrong for me.
@}; -K
© Kay ROBY
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