Love.A Poem by bathtime
It starts slow
A gradual build up of warm and fuzzy The overwhelming feeling of joy Extends over your whole body Wrapping the ends of your fingers A need for contact develops An uncontrollable feeling of lust You've found your ultimate, your one And you can't just let go. The feeling gets stronger Until it overwhelms your brain Controlling your thoughts and weaknesses Exposing you to that one Vulnerable, yet willing Love, in its greatest form. © 2015 bathtimeReviews
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