Mind, body and soul
spinning, spiraling
out of control
as heart beats race
while endorphins roar.
Dazzled by eyes
caught up in a stare
that no high
no drug, no drink
could compare to.
An energy, a connection
pulls like a magnet
as you die for a kiss,
and maybe something more.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Infatuation
Posted by Carlus Wilmot at 10:16 PM
Labels: new poetry
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1 comments:
Yep I no that feeling far 2 well. Good Read!
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