Things You Do To Me Poem by Saint Cynosure
Things You Do To Me
Rating: ★5.0
I'm all a mess,
I must confess,
the things you do to me.
Sweaty palms,
short of breath,
butterflies indeed.
Sleepless nights,
day dream days,
lost for words to say.
Nervousness,
quick of glance,
when you look my way.
Prayers to GOD,
for your hand,
with you I long to be.
These are just the start of things,
that you do to me.
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5/19/2024 9:24:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I dont wanna say it but I agree with 'totally disturbed' this is very sweet very cute... good job My Love. Your PYT