My hands are tied
not a thing I can do
as you pull me close
up against you.
My mouth you trace
with your finger tips
as you lean in
to kiss my lips.
My eyes they drown
in your deep stare
with unspoken words
we seem to share.
My passions rage
my heart beats faster
as I am submerged
within this beautiful disaster.
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