Its just clocked past 1am and I’m lay here, slain at the thought of him.
He said I was “graceful with words and elegant in looks”
Little does he know Im sat up writing books
Pages on top of pages of how he drives me , passionately and so desirably craving that touch
I’m left in a whirlwind of his lips, so soft and giving was his tender kiss
I’ll never forget the way his name, ricochets against the tip of my tongue
Ali, Ali, Ali, what have you done.
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