Mummy and tradition say I must obey the law
They say I mustn't touch you or I'll crash right through the floor
But your skin is like a creamy peach, your tongue a lollipop
When I begin to taste your flesh I don't know how to stop
Your eyes are mesmerising and you trap me with one look
Your smile is made for kissing, I'm a fish upon your hook
You're a one way ticket to a place without a name
You're a one armed bandit, you're a dangerous game
You have to take a leap of faith to trust that love can start
With you I must jump off a cliff to really lose my heart
No parachute to save me, it's a long way to the ground
What happens if I change my mind half way down
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Bryan Allen
Global citizen.
Lived in six countries, speak about six languages.
Working as a freelance proofreader.
Passionate about the environment, equality and self-expression.
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OF MOTHERHOOD.
Dear mother-to-be, I wanted to let you know how very, very special I think you are. I don't think there can be any job that is more meaningful than the one you are about to begin, that of being a mom. You are the most important person in the world to your precious unborn baby, and you will be for many years.
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