Simon, Simon, Simon, please
Don’t you know you’ve got me
On my knees

Every thought is wrapped round you
Your laughing eyes, perfect lips
That one kiss

I dare not even close my eyes
Vision of cinnamon and ivory
Blanketing your ebony

Losing sleep and losing my mind
Wrapped round your finger happily
Infatuated yes, that’s me

~ kei
6 August 2015

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