The Body's Largest Organ
I want to show you my writings
how my heart spills onto paper.
I want you to look into my eyes
and gaze into my soul.
I want you to read my lips
to hear what's in my head.
I want you to open me up
and to feel my inner most desires.
Some love is purely skin deep.
Though mine for you is deeper.
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