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I could write the most beautiful things,
On the spots where that fuchsia dress clings,
Every word dedicated to your beauty,
Like cupid had an extended clip on the uzi,
I'd use my finger as the pen,
While you stay still and pretend,
To be my pad as I gently write how you make me feel on your skin,
How your smile inspires me,
How my desires to be yours ignites in places of my soul that's usually fire free,
The sight of you is where my truest feelings is born,
The girl my heart always needed ...in poetic form
