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by Randy Jul 23, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The eyes of green Look to me I want to cry I hope to die My hope is fading I need to be leaving Yet Im afraid he's a Yoko who will flirt too much I can only want to touch Suddenly he grabs my hand To show that we can To be more than friends and partners To me lovers whats more than that? To be mates To feel the sharp pain Of his fangs I am his and he is mine My wonderful fox of ivy I can't wait to see if he'll be nice to me