Stroke me gently into slumber
as you press my buttons like my phone number.
Strike while the iron is hot
and show me what I haven’t got..
Slip into my mind and caress my soul
and climb on top and take control.
Dig into my dogma of personal confrontation
and show me your deepest resignation.
Bend in the wind of my personal baggage
as my life, you continue to ravage…

12/29/2002

Author's Note: This is how love takes over your life and makes it better/worse..

Posted on 04/14/2003
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