A Constant Craving

The way you say my name makes me feel as though everyone else has mispronounced it since birth.

The way you tilt your head and smirk at my silly jokes, spins my head in circles rivaled by even the grandest of merry-go-rounds.

The feeling of your lips grazing against mine before a kiss is enough to satisfy every craving I've ever had.

You're like a lightning storm - bright, beautiful, and I promise, I couldn't bare the thunder if you weren't around. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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