The longer I sat in that room
With you next to me, yet far away,
The weaker I felt--
My lips stayed dry
no matter how often
I tried to wet them;
My breath came in sighs,
slipping past the lump
in my throat;
My heart pounded against
my chest, each beat
repeating your name;
My stomach was aflutter
with nervouse butterflies
of anticipation;
My legs shook so hard
I could not even
begin to stand;
My entire body grew warm
from the flames of
passion and desire;
And yet you never knew
what your mere
presence could do
to me.
© 1988 TDR
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