His words were rushing at me,
a swift under-current tugging
at my composure , trying to
scramble eggs with my thoughts.
His unreadable dark liquid eyes
shot darts into me.
Hitting a bulls-eye with each glance.
Jewels fell from his mouth as he spoke,
my heart opening its petals to him.
He was a shimmering mountain
of muscle and flesh.
Walking toward me with the fluidity
of unfurling silk.
He stopped within a breath of me,
so I could breath him in deeply.
His scent twisting my senses into knots.
I was in awe behind his smile
shining beams of radiance onto me,
warming me with his tender softness.
His words were sparks to his body language,
igniting the flame that caught fire within me,
burning me hot pink with desire.
(c)Nevadapoet



Can I get someone to feel that way 'bout me?





At first i thought this was an entry to my 'desire' contest! My loss 
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