Don't sweep me off of my feet because

I might fall in love with you.

Your exotic eyes and soft lips, sweetness that

lies within your stare. Consciously touches my soul.

Look at me, I'm trembling, as you whisper in my ear,

"I'm beautiful to you." You caress my hair with

your gentle fingers, slowly touching my back.

I'm nervous. I've been touched and moved

in a manner so deeply loved. It's more than intimacy,

it's love between a man and a woman.

You remove my blouse, my eyes are teary,

I became sad, I inherently start to cry.

Tears of passion that faithfully control my body.

You are allowing me to feel you, Fate.

I feel alive. Am I dreaming you?

Your delicate touch, soft skin, intriguing eyes.

Am I starting to love you? My shyness emotion,

dangerous notation, eagerness being.

I'm not who I am, I am who I'm not.

I feel your love in me . . . and want more.