To erase the memories, the thoughts
Of the thrill that quivered my toes
The benign warmth that filled my breast
At the sound of her distinct footfalls
And the electric aura of her presence
That sent my heart and I in panic
No more of these, dear heart
My mind will not be addled
And my knees will not buckle
But heart, promise me to keep your cool
As for me, my instincts are not to be trusted







wow
you did it again, sir ed!
i wish i could have written this poem myself... but i'm not too good with "big" words, so... yeah, i'll write a poem like this one of these days. :D
I'd love to turn you on...
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