"beatng" poems
My hands shake
My brain races
My heart is beatng at a thousand paces
My breath is heavy
My knees unstable
My body leaning up against the table
Your lips are soft
Your hands are sure
You act like you've done this before
I think this is right
I think I belong
I think that this could never be wrong
Here in your arms I know what we're about to do
Is the ultimate way of saying I love you.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC