The Beauty Of Him - Poem by emma hannon
The temptation to kiss thee,
is stronger than my will to stay away from thou,
my heart aches for thee so much it hurts like a jab of a needle.
The blood pure and rich,
the taste a warm sensation,
the feeling thy gets when i thinkest of thee.
Your eyes so sweet and innocent,
your smile so full of good,
i picture thee by my side,
but this only be a dream.
Thou walks with such a grace,
and i can't help but notice the beauty of thou's face,
so young and pure,
makest thee want thou all the more.
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