I like the sound of your name on my lips I like the feel of your hands on my hips You cook the bacon, I'll cook the eggs When winter comes, I might shave my legs I'll amuse you Confuse you Be true To you.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Just a few lines that popped into my head after talking to a friend and trying to describe myself if I was in love.
