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Sweet aroma in the air;
Tingles in my body as you whisper in my ear;
My heart pounding to each beat of your pulse.
I can’t get you out my mind; and each thought allows me to smile a little more each time.
My body’s weak in your presence; as a leprechaun chases his pot of old
Your body chases mine.
Watching my every move only to move with and not against me.
As I lay in your arm of steal I can’t help but think how proud.
A man, fine and tan a man as my thoughts rest in his head.
A man, what a man.
Published by Cierra Nicole Crews
Written by Cierra Nicole Crews
6 years ago 
