Obsession

Every time I see caramel
I think of his eyes,
If there’s a flash
Of dirty blonde hair
I think it’s his,
When the moon shines full
At night I’m transported
To his side. Every tickle
Of breath against my neck
Is one of his heartfelt
Sighs. Obsessed.

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