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The girl with magic
love sits in her eyes
in our bed 
we can lay like this
night after night. 
There are quiet sounds
softly being interrupted. 
It’s another kind of day
laying in her arms
perfume and other things
smother our senses
I feel alive
in her room. 
Down on all fours
she knows how to beg
her quiet voice sings
inched up super close
I take hold of her hip, 
pull her close
her body rests
we’re truly one
I sip on her exhale. 
Her singing accent
I am drawn and addicted
barely able to understand 
her love-sick lyrics. 
I catch every other word
she squeezes me
in her eyes I am lost
and for the first real time 
she is my painted picture. 
Naked in front of me
she drops the sheet
the night takes notice
her reflection
now reflects in me.