A Touch of Magic
The Sweet Thought of You, A Rush of Ecstasy
My Heart Yearns, Craving Your Croaky Voice
Am here sitting alone in the corner of my room
minding my business when the thought of you drifted
into my thinking of this your lovely smiles which usually
send light goosebumps through the waves of my skin's skin
my heart is heavyweight with just the sweet thought of you
quickening the blood flow rush of ecstasy raging in all spin filters' now my body yarns for your touches, craving to hear
We bond gracefully the whisper of your croaky voice envying
the likes of you enjoying the likes of u
