My Heart Skips A Beat

Eyes of jade and hair like the golden sunshine
a body like a work of art and a smile so sweet
and kind…
Well MY HEART SKIPS A BEAT every time we
come face to face, it’s erogenous in Ephraim
state of grace and it’s so hard to catch my breath
when you reach out to touch my face, I can hardly
speak, every time we meet MY HEART SKIPS A
BEAT, MYY HEART SKIPS A BEAT…
But your beauty is just the half of it, you’ve just
got this special way of all the things you do and
say…
And every time we come face to face, it’s so hard
for me to catch my breath, it’s like another world
another time and place, every time we come face
to face, MY HEART SKIP, SKIPS A BEAT
and I get so weak in the knees, every time you are
near me whoa I just get so excited baby and
MY HEART SKIPS A BEAT, yeahh it’s so erogenous
MY HEART SKIPS A BEAT, MY HEART SKIPS A
BEAT every time, every time we meet!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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