To like you is a sin...
But to love you is human.
Your hair is the color of enflamed passion
Your skin is like the sensual lily,
And you are just as beautiful.
Lips like a tantalizing peach draw me in,
And leave me wishing for their soft caress.
Your voice is the morning,
Gentle and full of life.
Your song draws me in,
And soothes away my woes.
Coffee Stains & Crumpled Paper -- A Writers Guild
A haven for writers of all kinds.
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