When he walks into the room,
My heart flourishes
The quiet storm begins
The roar of my desire
Blows boldly through the wind
My stomach becomes the most vibrant tornado
He’s the hurricane
Taking part of my spirit, each time he goes
My thoughts are of holding him
Feeling his flesh
The image in my head that our bodies will mesh
I hear the horns blowing, with every footstep he takes
The god of my dreams
My love and soul mate.
Passion and Desire are what captivate me by him
I lose all power
My body becomes limp
Passion for his words, his voice, his thoughts
Desire for his body, his hands, his touch
Longing to feel more than his spirit
I want to study his mind
Man all I can think of is this man is soooo fine.
His smile is like a sound wave to my soul
Every time I see it
I have no control
My heart smiles too you see
For he is all I want
I dream of him, think of him,
He motivates my charge
He is the passion of my desire
The one that I admire
And he doesn’t even know it
No, He has not a clue
If only for one moment
He would feel the same way too
He’d be my baby
And I’d be his boo
We could ride off to ecstasy
Our spirits would soar
My passion and desire
Would be silent no more.
Copyright 2004
My heart flourishes
The quiet storm begins
The roar of my desire
Blows boldly through the wind
My stomach becomes the most vibrant tornado
He’s the hurricane
Taking part of my spirit, each time he goes
My thoughts are of holding him
Feeling his flesh
The image in my head that our bodies will mesh
I hear the horns blowing, with every footstep he takes
The god of my dreams
My love and soul mate.
Passion and Desire are what captivate me by him
I lose all power
My body becomes limp
Passion for his words, his voice, his thoughts
Desire for his body, his hands, his touch
Longing to feel more than his spirit
I want to study his mind
Man all I can think of is this man is soooo fine.
His smile is like a sound wave to my soul
Every time I see it
I have no control
My heart smiles too you see
For he is all I want
I dream of him, think of him,
He motivates my charge
He is the passion of my desire
The one that I admire
And he doesn’t even know it
No, He has not a clue
If only for one moment
He would feel the same way too
He’d be my baby
And I’d be his boo
We could ride off to ecstasy
Our spirits would soar
My passion and desire
Would be silent no more.
Copyright 2004
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