Slow down,
I need to catch a breath.
Helplessly dancing to your tunes
a puppet in the mercy of my master.
Signal right and I move,
indicate left and I follow,
Sheepishly.
Your presence subdues me.
Our feelings a wooden doll begging to be made real.
similar in many ways
different in so many.
I sneak glances at you and cant help but demure and look away
eyes pinned to the ground
thoughts racing on what can happen if we let it
each time you lay a finger on me a chill runs down my spine.
I struggle to keep my heart on your opposite side, I fear that you might hear it pounding and realize the effect you have on me.
I'm going nuts.
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Flames Of Love
PoetryPoetic journal of all that would have been and all that has been. A glimmer of my soul and what it says for that special someone. Cover made by @ شاء
