These lips are for but one person,
the light in my eyes, his alone;
these ears they yearn
for his voice on the phone
The flash of colour in my hair,
a distraction for all to see,
my thoughts, my warmth I keep for him,
when I perch myself upon his knee.
Tell me not of my outward beauty,
that, everyone can plainly see;
He doesn’t want what everyone can have…
He simply desires who I am, simply me…
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