Writing

Taken

Maybe it’s the hint of green in your eyes that does it.
Or could it be the way the moon glints off of them when you look at me.
Maybe it’s the sly dangerous smile that graces your lips.
Or the way you part them before we kiss.
All I know is that I’m taken with you.
Each and every single part of you.
Desperate for your breath on my skin.
Desperate to hear my name drip from your mouth.
Desperate for the touch of you.
I am taken by you.

I am taken by you.

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