Dazed,mesmorized, crazed..
addicted to his kiss,
his silent incredibilities take me in.

The gentle ten embrace me and nothing
brings me back;
my disbeliefs no longer exist.

Identical symbols of truth gaze into me...
and I am in pleaseant focus, almost hYpNOtiZeD.

I will not stray,...................................
within the beats of my heart,
and within the thoughts in my mind...
I want him to prey.

I am holding on,
knowing I will not fall..
yet if I knew I would fall a thousand falls,
it wouldn't compare to the pain of not knowing
him at all.

I am dazed, mesmorized, crazed...
addicted to his kiss,
his silent incredibilities,
have simply taken me in.

01/24/2009

Posted on 01/24/2010
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