Demure

Form: Free Rhyme

Sweet and sensual, yet so outwardly shy
I cannot help but love you I do not ask why
My heart beats as your eyes look at me
From this sweet prison I never wish to be free
Sensual and sexual, feminine and demure
My eternal oxymoron of a love divinely pure
Your love feeds my hunger, drives my desire
Sate me my angel, set my soul on fire

©JGFarmer2008

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