You infect me with desire
And I let it spread,
My need for you is dire
You're a work of angels;not men,
If you let me,I'll never tire
Of being the man on who you depend,
So I ask you if you dare
To keep my heart warm as a flame.
YOU ARE READING
Warm As A Flame
PoetryForever is a long time, But there is no other person I would rather call mine.
