Passion (Caitlyn Paramo)

To kiss your wanting, waiting lips,
Is certainly most dangerous.
The devil could be,
The embrace of thee.
Eyes of brown,
Dance around.
Little sprite,
Full of life.
I seek the chase,
Of your embrace.
Your eyes they talk,
Our lips could lock.
I'm just a breath away,
Would you care either way?
Some say you're just a player,
Your heart could never waiver.
I ask sweet angel pour unto me,
The full of your love's epitome,
So I can breathe your essence,
And always keep your presence.

Caitlyn Paramo. All rights reserved!


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