She

Her windswept look

And wet tousled hair,

Eyes so bright and aware

Her beamish free face,

And the perfection of her skin

We’re the key ingredients,

That drew me readily in

She made me weak at the knees,

And she filled me with need

She is the dream to make me bleed,

Love and passion for all eternity

She fired up the desire within me.

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