Love entering me like a spirit processed
letting it take me, I watch in silence
excited, feeling owned, wanting him to
devour me with love, I ask for nothing
only his love, that gives me food to live,
without his love, no existence I'd
lead.

His love is my life force, his energy my
clothing, his kiss my heartbeat, his caress
my passion flower opening wide, his
words, my soul that pours wisdom, love
is a drug, only his, only with him, I shall
unite with my Venus star.

He is my drug, my diamond, his kisses
sweet has vintage wine, he controls me
putting me under his spell, with one glance
my man that lights my flame of life, no
words need to be spoken, just one look
tells it all.

(Give Love A Chance)


A poem taken from my 'Heart's Expression' Collection


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