pick up your phone
no more of the dial tones
sick and tired of being alone
be aggressive, make me moan
with a voice that could sing a tenor’s song
be the breeze that caress my body
I want more than a probably…
when youre wrong, show me youre sorry
never tell me, unless its a true apology
don’t end this call, be a man, stand up tall
be gentle though, don’t dare make me feel small…
be honest even if it isn’t in my face
glow within me, when love is made
put yourself out there truly
don’t ever believe you can screw me
be my pedestal
make my peace be still, without hassle
place me on top of your world
make me feel that I’m the only girl
I am a woman, who see through your flaws
let us be together, and be our own cause…
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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