Thief Of Hearts and My Wild Places
You appeared out of the mist of my heightened senses, that day I bumped into you while clutching a bouquet of my hopes. You must have recognized the dream in my eye. The one that screams love me, keep me, lay me on the platter of your wicked desire.
It’s true; you gave me an opportunity to check my good sense before I fell into your trap. But I had lost the key to that part of myself, because you had already blinded me with charm, and deep smiles and a bare chested invitation to sin at your feet.

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