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Love Struck

I layed in my bed
Thinking about you
And the words that you said

My heart beats slow
On the brink of death
But my blood still flow

Your sensual voice whispers in my ear
The Things you tell me
Make me come to tears

Erase all my fears
With words so sweet
I lose everything that makes me discreet

You have a different set of mind
Your not the same
your one of a kind

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Scoby Jones's picture

good poem

good poem