The way you hold me tight,
The whispering that says
I might be all right.
I love the way you smell,
The way you lay in bed,
The way your voice creeps in
And fills my busy head.
I like the way you kiss,
The way you burn my lips...
The tongue inside your mouth
Administering bliss.
I love the way you touch,
The feel upon my skin,
The way I feel 'bout you
Can only be called sin.
I like the way I feel
When you are somewhere near...
A better person now
Than I've ever been.
I love the way we are
Wrapped around each other...
Both weaker apart
Than we are together.
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