Love’s funny you know, like butterfly in my belly and I’m a fool for you but wouldn’t fight it
So meek I’d give you all of my breathe and be a lion for you if any body dares
It’s me being stupid and feeling matured doing it, it’s somewhat like life’s being fair
For every moment I’m with you nothing else is there.
I‘m glad I made the move and didn’t give in to despair
I’m glad I met you, you feel like the new edition of air
And I have to admit it tickles me wholly anytime you whisper:
I am yours, and the way I claim it replying you’re mine make me literally plunge into worship… To Cupid.
You say I look like the Iroko chiseled to perfection
That you’d love me even unto damnation
Your lips tastes like the finest brew of wine the future would uncover, hold me tight dear, I’d do better than these bed sheet covers
We’re creating scenes, sins and otherwise we don’t really care, a story history can not perfectly tell.
I am just a man, by your side a god I am. Love’s like I had too much too drink.
[c]Cirphrank. Amen.
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Cirphrank is a pun. Web developer, content writer, 2D minimalist UI, blogger. Breathing poetry. What makes many mad makes some Philosophers, what makes others sad makes me write. A lover of tech and the arts.

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