'My weakness.'
By blackheart
Succumb to the burning anxiety, And look into my eyes. Feel the warmth that radiates, As you dry each tear i cry. Overwhelmed, you’ll touch my skin, And breathe so fresh, so sweet... So when i kiss you lips so soft, As one we’ll feel the heat. A rush so unknown, yet unrivaled, A feeling so new, but unfelt. Could this be the answer... the quest i do seek... As i hold you so tight and then melt! From the heat of my stare, bearing at you, Hoping and praying that you’re feeling this too, Again as i look, i reveal the gaze, The weakness in me... That is you. Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 03:34 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Succumb to the burning anxiety,..."