You Make Me Poem by love anover
You Make Me
Your presence, oh your presence—
Makes my mind spin in daze.
Your touch, oh your touch—
Makes my inside shiver in a rush.
Your voice, oh your voice—
Makes my senses in distress.
Your scent, oh your scent—
Makes my loquaciousness to rest.
Your smile, oh your smile—
Makes my heart skip to beat.
Your breath, oh your breath—
Makes my soul want to cringe.
Everything you do, oh everything about you—
Makes my whole being want you.
It’s like everyday is my last with you.
May 2,2008
The loft
310pm
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4/19/2024 3:25:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very beautiful something you would whisper to a 'the one' during dinner or before you go to bed.