The word that keeps playing over in my mind
Dancing on my lips and tickling my tongue
Our hands reaching out to each other like the sunlight falling gently upon the daffodils of early spring
Your touch makes me bloom and you gently pluck my petals and kiss my fingers
The warmth of your love against the soft palm of my hand is enough to make the chilling rain seem worthwhile
The empty days seem much brighter
And the fear of losing you more real
So I’ll lick your lips if you lick mine
I’ll slowly let these letters tumble from my mind
And late in the night I promise you’re the only one I’ll crave
Your eyes will be the only ones to make me cave
Slowly, ever so slowly I’ll completely succumb to the power your voice has over me
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