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The buzz

The buzz of my phone or is it the buzz of my heart?
Sweat drops ooze from my pores as I lean over into your embrace 
Perhaps I should speak but what else is there to be said?
Thoughts of the future spin around in my head
Should I say this? Should I do that? then you crack a joke
The sweat drops slow,the buzz of my heart speeds up 
How do you make me feel such comfort when my body is preparing for a heart attack?
Emotions building, sex organs preparing, lips waiting the love is overflowing

You are my man to love and to hold
I give you my mind,heart,body and soul nothing left for myself nothing will I withhold
Those who look on need not know how deep our love goes
Years roll by and I still have that buzz buzz within when you walk by
I don't question your love for me I see it in your smile

The world is filled with hate and selfish desires
Yet we found an oasis where we produce the love that others only dream of
I have all the words in my mind to show how much I care
Yet when you lift my head to yours all words fade away
People will never understand why I love you and that's okay
Through the ups and downs we've watched them wait for the love to go bad
But here we are again still climbing up the rocky  roads to keep our love strong
The buzz buzz of my heart gets stronger and stronger
The buzz of my heart will go on forever and ever

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