Postcard

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I call you boysin,

Kind of like the berry.

Your love is poison,

It stains like the blood of a cherry.

Your smile, it scars

Leaving images in my mind.

Your arms are like strong steal bars,

And I've been locked up for some time.

I have your laugh in my head,

Set to replay.

I've got your hair in my bed,

From when we slept all day.

Your scent on my skin,

Your taste on my lips,

I'm mesmerized by the way you sin.

I'm hooked, you can even call me whipped.

Your with me, even though we are miles apart

I'd prefer to do it in person,

But that I can't do.

So attached to this postcard I'll send you my heart,

I'll seal it with a kiss, just for you.

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