out of breath
when your eyes aim at her
my brain starts to blur
does my dark brown hair
not make you want to stare
for a little while
it flows downstream for a mile
just like the Nile river
your presence makes me want to quiver
inhale
exhale
inhale
exhale
I have to slow down like a snail
love is something slow and steady
it only happens once your ready
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