'Bum', 'bum', 'bu-dum'
A feeling.
A drum I hear inside of me, for it gets louder the second you get closer.
My body can't handle you,
I tremble.
Your smile makes me fall.
Fall to the ground and get defeated.
The little things you do,
That same drum goes off and plays.
I can feel it. I can hear it.
I don't understand why,
Why only around you? Doing stupid things,
For it is your fault.
I blame you.
I blame you for the things I do.
I stutter.
Words I want to say I choke on, I can't speak because of you.
My body so weak, so tranced by this power of yours.
This magic of yours.
What have you done to me?
Why you?
Why no one else? I don't understand.
For I crave.
Craving your lips against mine, our bodies so close there will be no space.
Our warm breaths combining together.
I want to feel you.
Feel you against me.
Holding me.
Touching me.
For it beats. That drum. I have it inside me.
You make my body create music.
For you alone, I want now.
Stutter, trip, tangled up in this mess.
A mess with you?
For I'm fine with. Just how?
How did you trap me in this spell of yours?
The teasing you do, it makes me crave for more.
The sound of your voice ringing through my head.
Words you said I can't help it.
You make me weak.
You make my drum beat.
You make me fall.
Make me tremble once more.
For it is addicting.
This game, this magic of yours, will no longer be just yours.
For one day it will become ours, everything will become ours.
Biting my lips, just waiting.
The drum continues to beat. It will beat louder and louder.
For your not just addicting. Taking me. More and more deeper I get. I can't help it.
It cannot stop. The pulsing in my body gets faster.
Get closer, the closer you get the harder for me to escape. For your plan has worked.
I fell.
Fell for you.
Take me away.
Keep this drum beating. Let's never stop the music of it's beating.
For I can hear yours.
Your beating drum is the same as mine.
For it seems that it is not only me that craves for such a thing.

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Short Memories
PoésieThis book will be based on poems or some what like poem writing. Each will be different and be based off on how i feel mainly. Not every day will i post up a poem or so its very dependable as i would say. Anyways i hope you all enjoy this book of we...