Your fragrance
Your shine
The way you caress
The way you dress
Your gait
Your wait
Gleam in your eyes
The curves
The hugs
I lust you Sweetheart, do not I?
Your shine
The way you caress
The way you dress
Your gait
Your wait
Gleam in your eyes
The curves
The hugs
I lust you Sweetheart, do not I?
This poem is my contribution to A to Z Challenge.