My Drug, My Bread And My AppetizerAbdul-Qadir
Your love letters are my appetizer
Your guffawing is my drug
And you're my daily bread chaser…
Ha ha, you swear… I'm your ladybug,
Who you'd always keep fuller,
But now you swell…It's you I brag!
Gotcha! My appetizer, I grab you first
Here are those words that you burst:
I miss you, I miss you so much
I cannot wait to be with you…
And kiss you and hold you in my arms.
I have so many love and hugs to give you
My love for you and my feelings are present
And it's growing and glowing every day.
Each day I would discover you,
Each day you are different,
Each day you are beautiful,
Each day everything is all new…
Each day my love for you would remain
Very strong that I'd have it hard to contain!
Each day I love you with all my heart!
And I promise we will never be apart…
Oh, I am sick of love for you
If you want to hurt me, you can…
I am at your knees!
I am your love on the altar of sacrifice.
If you had ever had wished…
You can tear my heart at every moment,
And I am not afraid to love you,
You are someone special and different…
With you my scars have been healed
And all my fears have vanished…
I already know that I will share much with you,
I already know I am going through a lot with you,
I already know I will stay with you
until the end of my days…
My heart and my mind are wide open for you…
Oh, my love is open at great day for you!
I love you deeply…I believe in you
Forever, with grace…
Yes! Truly these words are MY APPETIZER
Next you'd enhance my day with a booster…
Because you'd let me eat you any time I'd plea
Likewise you'd never ever want to leave me
or look your way out, ‘coz with me you feel free
Hahaha, we'd always find our days end with glee!
Ah! MY BREAD, you'd give me all the nutrients I need
As we breathe together with our true loving seed.
When I drink you up MY DRUG, my master
Like cocaine, Oh my… you got me so addicted
I wouldn't have a day without your dopey laughter
You're my heart-sore…you got me so captivated.
“Yes, hear me all my dear Folks!
Take delight in my Chef' stroke…
He'd bake faces- a wry face, a wince, a glower
So that with him, I wouldn't ever get bore
Though I would try his glances to ignore
Still here I am, I crave for him! Even I'd get sour
With all of the sound of his freaky snore…
Hehehe… Very strange! Because those lion's roar
Would only sound-like the jazz music I adore…
And with it, never would give me a bit of a bother
So funny…I'd sleep deeply sound and even soar…
In the morning I would rush up to the platter
When I'd hear the wake up call of a rooster
But never from the clinch of my sweet and wild boar
You bet, I'd yearn for him more… he'd pet me to endure…”
Gosh! You spoil me with your French kiss
With all of your love appetizer to taste…
As much as I could have you all embraced
You're all mine to feel full and be blazed!
You always give me the best of your all,
All the fun and laughter that I needed
My love, you're my drug, and my soul
You alone I would ever get me addicted…
Every day with you is an awe-inspiring ball
With all of your love recipes I would deserve,
Oh, my daily bread you're unique from them all,
I would have you always loved and preserved…
Source by Abeille Amore