Dear loving

This poem is dedicated to you,

You could give me a kiss,

that would sizzle to the core,

Yet I 'd not appeased,

If you gave me a dozen more...

 

You could hold me close,

to warm this heart of red,

yet you 'd find that my

Desire had not fled..

 

You could visit me at midnight,

and please me with your touch,

Yet come the dawn,

I 'd want you just as much...

 

You could try something old,

or you could try something new and improved,

Yet my hunger for you,

could never be take off,

 

You could kiss me, hold me,

and now your love so true,

but no matter what you do,

I will never get enough of you.

 

You could had forgotten something,

you 'd stepped on the heart of red, and

you had left the print of it there,

Yet it stay's as long as I live......