Your words, your touch, your smile
They lure me in
Much like a siren’s song
Unleashing a deep-seated need, which can’t be explained
Drawing me close to you
Wanting to fall into you
To give myself over to you completely
Allow you to touch my very core
Even as the jagged boulders of your coast threaten to destroy my vessel and leave me shattered upon your beach
Sing to me. . . .
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i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Sooo nice, my friend. Very alluring and evocative. Like you. 🙂
Thank you, my fat bottom sister. 🙂
That’s pretty awesome.
Thanks Dan! I guess I can thank a man for it. Problem is, when I feel strongly enough about a man, that it makes me want to write poetry, that’s a damn scary thing!! lol
It may be scary, but I’ll take it!
🙂
Great poem. Maybe someday that is how you will tag it!