He knows how to play and he plays good, he's a dirty boy that gets me in the mood. He makes me smile and tricks me into his arms, I end up not caring and make myself warm.
He knows how to play and it's not a game, he keeps no secrets ever in vain. I love it when he hits my weak spots, I donate my love; not a bit but a lot.
He plays the game where I find myself lost in a maze, he chases me down and I let him fill me with amaze.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~