Raw
The sight of you, it makes me blind.
I can’t explain. I couldn’t either.
Can’t feel my legs if you’re behind.
I crave the touch, the scent of magic
Your voice’s song seductive tune.
Oh, my! That would be really tragic
If June does not get here soon.
You glance at me—it’s firecrackers
Inside my stomach, not butterflies.
It's like a million attackers
Explode my inner. I see their eyes.
It hurts. It’s dangerous. I love it.
I feel alive and wait for more.
We both can’t help it, and above it
We’ll never be. I know for sure.
october 16 2009
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I feel every word of it!
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