Jealousy
Oh Baby, my eyes search you out
for you are my sunset
Yet I do not want the sun to see
your beauty for it is mine
My arms reach for you only
to hold against me
Yet my hands are jealous
for your touch
I yearn for your lips on mine
Yet I do not want a glass to
feel them sip its wine
This insatiable lingering love
I want only to touch
Not the wind nor the light
can I let have you
This jealousy I fight
Yet, The jealousy I understand,
you are my Man...
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