Her Gentle Touch

Sending spooks down my spine
her eyes showing love
same as mine
She looks at me with a smile

then blows a kiss
If she would ever leave
I dont know what i would miss

Maybe her smile
or the ways she makes
me laugh

But whatever it is
Im head over hills
for her

by Maurice Fields

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