Why I Won’t Stop Loving You!!

Why I Wont Stop Loving You!! short poem

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That smile of yours, those dreamy eyes
I love them all, They tease me and hypnotize..!!
The way you touch and your sweat on me..
Trust me baby it makes me melt and sets me free!!

Your smell is like a spell and charm is like no other.
Baby the scars on my body, for you it won’t bother!
Your broad shoulders are my home where I surrender..
The way you kiss me on my lips, my soul won’t stop but wander!

You are the one oh baby who sets my imaginations on fire!!
I wanna sell my soul to you ..
You are my only buyer!

With you I have spend the best days of my wild life.
Kill me with your lust ..oh I am standing with a knife!!

You ain’t like other boys who would lie and be mean.
Your thoughts were always clear and you wiped my soul clean.
I shall always love you for the strength you gave me when the times were bad.
Sugar you are the one I always look up to when i am sad.

Baby I will always love you till the end of time,no one ever compares to you.
Honey you are like my morning ..I am your fresh dew!!
I will always love you…!!
People like you are rare ..just few!!

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Preeti
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Love as fresh as dew….Feels nice to the heart on reading this:)

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Refreshing.

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