Being Taken Over
Perfectly rapped up in your arms, I breath you in.
Your sweet smell makes me melt, while your whispers take over my mind.
Your touch makes me quiver, while your eyes look into mine and take over my soul.
Your soft lips on mine take over my heart, but yet I know that this only comes at night.
For in the morning light you'll be gone.
Written by: Margaret Howard, 2001
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