Sexy is your smell
That fuels desires
And compels my soul
To make you the one
That I would wed;
Never is it bottled,
And never is it sold
But is something you hold.
Sexy is your touch
That at the slightest reach
Covers my all
As though I stand
Below a waterfall
Sourced from springs of love;
Though I can’t construe,
It is something about you.
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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