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The morning, in front of my mirror

   
This morning, in front of my mirror    
I see a man tired and not marvellous    
Withered skin, unshaved and anxious
Because I must see you and be better    
   
After a shower, when I dream of you    
I should be more acceptable for you    
But I don't love my body, my height    
Too short and what about my weight!    
   
But...    
But...    
   
When I'm arrived just in front of you    
I become a true young man, for you    
My eyes are suddenly opened, lively    
Because I'm just seeing you, lovely    
   
My shy smile is attracting your glance    
And then, just at this time, you dance    
Around my body to show me your surprise
And you are wonderful as the sunrise      
   
Then...    
Then...    
   
Suddenly, you are in my strong arms    
And what happens under your charms    
When I feel your heart beating hardly    
On my skin, your breast is so sweetly    
   
When I smell your elegant perfume    
All my heart has a supersonic boom    
And I need to carry you suddenly    
On the sofa to make love tenderly
Written by malin69 (malin)
Published | Edited 14th Dec 2013
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