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That hair, 

Red as new drawn blood

Eyes a deep brown.

Making my mouth flood.

Skin like porcleain

shining in the light

Beautiful and mesmerizing

like stars at night.

Lips like plump fruit

Promising a kiss.

A soul like wild-fire

I never knew I missed.

A creauture of grace

A sublime humane beauty

Awakening things foreign

And so new to me.

I wanted my fingers

To touch that skin.

To feel our lips together

As the day would begin.

And then I would smile

At those warming eyes.

And feel a love swell

To my eager surprise.

And I would drag them away

Right to my bed.

And erase all the doubts

From inside their head.

Show them that I was real

This was all fine

Prove to them I was theirs

And they were mine.

And then I'd make them

Scream my name.

With slow touches

And brand new games.

Lull them back to sleep

Where we were alone.

So they wouldn't worry

That we must go home.

But then we must pretend

...each other we don't know.

Never acknowledging the others presence

Or let a feeling show.

For though when we are far away,

And all may seem alright.

Reality tells me that SHE is a forbidden fruit

And i shouldn't take a bite.