Monday, September 27, 2010

my Stud!

Telepathy must be your food
the way you guess my mood

Time must be in your sway
the way you predict my way

Miracle must be your find
the way you read my mind

your exactness is like a nerd
when you spell out my next word

without a gesture or a talk
you figure me out by my walk

I must be flowing in your every vein
for our chemistry to be - this insane

I must be a part of your bones and blood
how else could you become, my know-all stud?!