Tuesday, 16 December 2008

what you are

Something about you fills me with intrigue,
Never tire of your looks, I will not fatigue.
Your skin seems smooth, soft to the touch,
something I want to do soon, very much
Your eyes tinted, colour of mint ice cream.
'I am stunningly pretty,' out they scream.
I will look down at my shoes all coy. Shy,
you're appealing like a cooling apple pie.

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