There’s a lot of pretty girls but somehow or another I have avoided the bed… yet with just one bite and there is an itch begging to be scratched. Love Bug… I want a girl that wants all of me not just a taste but how long can I go without scratching?
Your BITE
With just the sight
I am bitten
Smitten
Though your mouth is dry
Why oh why
Poisoned I think
Gone in a blink
Your SCRATCH
I can’t
Heal
How can I deal?
Infection
Need an election
What I want of the world
Is you girl
Your STING
This heart sings
As a boy howls
Follows
A man possessed
Wanting to find rest
From this craving
You see
Your TOUCH
Have I felt that much?
Landing
Give so gladly
Yet if I did
It would end it
Maybe
To love a lady
Your MARK
Upon my heart
Would be robbery
Not my body
Are you the one baby?
You’re gonna be the one who saves me
True love
Or the Love Bug…
Copyright © 2012, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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