My song

Your pastel cheeks turn cherry red,
As I grip your hand in mine,
Chills, as you lean against my head,
So frightfully divine.

I never knew silk woven skin,
Until your’s grazed my own,
Now I’m craving your touch once again,
It satisfies my bones.

Pull me into your sweet smile,
Let your lips become my song,
The song I sing for all my while,
Until the day you’re gone.

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