Ok so this is a one syllable story, meaning that every word is consist of only one syllable....check it out.
Ooh! right there, don't stop! were the words that ran through my mind as i thought of her.
Her smile, her skin, her love all wrapped in one.
The sight of her cast a spell on my eyes, one that I wish could last for a lifetime.
With each day that goes by, my thoughts of her are now dreams.
The faint speech of her name leaves me in a trance, one in which I can't place in the next realm. When will I take charge and claim what is mine?
Lust, love, need and want...for a firm hold on the heart will put my mind at ease.
Like art; I feast my eyes on a rare taste of new.
A slight touch will take my mind and soul on a craved high that it needs to stay strong.
I will smile 'til the end of time, or at least 'til the day I claim what is mine.
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