The familiar rush
of adrenaline hits
almost cripplingly
Your hands have
become adjusted
to my every curve
My eyes dart
my voice becomes
a thick, heavy syrup
I flinch at first
but it switches to
thrashing about
Even just sitting
in your near vicinity
drives me batty
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
The familiar rush
of adrenaline hits
almost cripplingly
Your hands have
become adjusted
to my every curve
My eyes dart
my voice becomes
a thick, heavy syrup
I flinch at first
but it switches to
thrashing about
Even just sitting
in your near vicinity
drives me batty
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