You’re such a tease
And it tickles.
A lite, sweet joy
A scented breeze.
The moon is as fickle
As the words you employ.
The smile on my face
A sparkle in your eyes.
Finger that caress
As gentle as lace.
Reducing me to sighs
And leaving me to guess.
Lips I long to kiss
Waiting I cannot bear.
A twinkling light
Don’t blink and miss.
One moment there
And then you’re out of sight.
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