The Way I Feel

The way I feel
When I sit here and close my eyes, I picture all the things we do.
The walks we take through the trails, your sweet lips pressed to mine.
I thrive for your every touch; which is such an adrenaline rush.
The feel of your hand holding mine, makes me quiver all over.
I love the way you look at me with your eyes so deep into mine.
Just the look in your eyes can turn me on.
May 1 2008