The Object of My Obessession


Eyes of pure glass
piercing my soul,
deeper into my heart
until my heart is careened.

Lips as soft as silk
speak words of life,
flowing gently in my ears
like a lover's gentle caress.

Hands as strong as steel
grab hold of mine,
clutching at every moment
as though to possess me.

A man in perfect form
fools with my emotions.
Daring to control me,
I am left wanting.

A love so strong
endures a lifetime.
It overtakes my being and leaves me
breathless...
and
waiting...

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