| Inlove
You leave me trembling and powerless, weak at the knees. Oh, what your smile does to my heart, overwhelming my soul with sweet love of you. I enamor you, till I am all you can see, want and need with a passion so pure, so new you are filled with worship for me. So much more than innocence the sensations we receive from the slightest touch gives us the capacity to be as one thru anything. � 2005 Sandra Elisabeth Johnson |