You’re the subject of
my imagination
A series of momentary
fragmentation
The smell of your hair
Makes me all aware
The moves of your hips
Brings me to your tips
The color of your lips
A rose taking little
sips
The freshness of your
smile
Can’t breathe for a
while
The grace of your hands
Only the wind
understands
The sweetness of your
hellos
Like honey in golden
yellows
Dressed in a silk of red fire
The true object of my desire
I am in heaven every
day
As long as you’re here
to stay
A moon crowned by a
thousand stars
Upon my heart with a
thousand scars
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* dedicated to Bluff's Inori
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