To the Russian

Thanks. I finally got through the block.

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You cast a spell,

And my mind is whipped clean,

All I think of is you,

And it is sweet hell.

I feel that I have never been,

Till I saw you.

By blood burns through me,

I can’t sleep,

All I can do,

Is hope to see,

And to count little sheep,

But all I do, is think of you.

Your eyes scorch through my soul,

And I love the way they make me feel,

Feel this bliss,

Makes me feel whole

Make feel real,

Oh I can’t get enough of this.

Her smile,

Mischievous,

Her air is heaven if it was not hell,

It takes me higher then country mile,

Oh her, Oh this.

Its more then I can take or tell.

To her,

To a kiss,

For all she can do,

To make this for sure,

To this bliss,

Oh but always to you.