Feeling the rush
Of Loves first blush
A teenager's crush
Into the fire
Burning with desire
Never to tire
Of kissing lips
Finger tips
And Silken hips
But slowly the yearning
And burning
Is turning
Into something real
And I kneel
Before you and say
Come what may
I will be true
I love you
For Susan
March 11th, 2010
Atlanta
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