𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕠

𝗪𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

It's in my eyes

The caramel irises that search

For you

In every room.

It's in my blood

That rushes and storms and floods

When you come near. .

When I feel your breath tickle my ear

It's in my flesh

Showing in the rosy skin you caress

The blood rising to meet

The intense heat. . . of your gaze.

It's in the air.

The birds' singing,

Echoing in the late spring breeze

All our quiet nights, spent only in tears and wondrous peace

It's in my heart, that trembles and sets aflame

When your lips curl into a vixen's smirk.

The heart that shakes and quakes and wakes,

In anticipation of your brazen seduction

It's in my soul

That sings—

"I'm finally whole!"

For you are in my embrace.

It's in the stars,

The very sun that haloes you

Setting you apart,

For all to admire. Only for me to touch.

Break me, love

Tear me apart

Don't think it'll ever stop me

From giving you my heart. . .

Certain,
Margo