Passion

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 11:01 -- Eunoia
Passion
 
Heart pounding 
 
Hands touching 
 
Minds connecting
 
Eyes meeting 
 
The way he speaks 
 
His tongue forming perfect words
 
Words that define me
 
Words that mean me
 
I lick them up like sweet ice cream 
 
The coldness gets warmer, and warmer
 
And melts my heart
 
And wets my eyes
 
And there is no longer a wall between him and I

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