He's standing right in front of you
Smiling as if a fighter
Noticing the creatures stir
Relaxing til he's tighter

His touch is like breaths of fire
Choking the muscles sore
Where does this affect come from
Right to the left, at the core

A push and tug feel weak
But startle every orfice
Comparing it to nothingness
Causes thoughts of choices

Realizing the need for awakeness
Reality pretends to seep in
OOzing and pumping warm blood
Waiting for the heart to begin

I just want to grab ahold
Fall bacwards without fear
Terrified of my wanting desire
That craves to keep him near

By Kryss Lacavaro