When you are in love, there is only one song you can hear, your personal symphony; his/her heartbeat.

His blood pumps hot to his heart

with every beat it's hard to be apart

from him I receive the lust

that'll make me one day, without a doubt, com-bust.

His Cinnamon skin is sickly sweet

so sweet that my heart and brain wanna meet

She thumps so alive...buh-bump...buh-bump

He thinks so hard...tha-think...tha-think

from a second he is far and then so near

wrapping his muscular arms around me to scurry my fear.

His kisses are hot but never cold

running away from him I can't because

they have a strong hold

to my very self control.

"I'm ready so take me" he says.

So I'm there, making him mine I obey.

Because he has the only song I can only hear

when we are forever close...oh God so near.

That for I'll forever love his blood song,

because next to him nothing will ever go wrong.

Submitted: November 03, 2011

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Miss Trevize

Taken a heart metaphor to a literal level. Clever!

Good work!

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