I can see your eyes
Staring deep
Inside mines
Flames erupting
Perspiration
Dripping
Hands wrapped around
Each other
Kisses being exchanged
Hot passionate sex
From room to room
Is what’s missing…
Love so good
Similar to soul food
On a Sunday with the family
You taste like candy yams
Better yet peach cobbler
All this from staring at
Each other eyes
I must admit I have a problem
“Staring”

Written By B.T.Y.

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