Rapid Production of Emotion

A tribute, in ways.
Your voice is incredibly alluring, with just a breath my heart stops.
Irrevocably I've fallen, your tone so hauntingly romantic, I shan't ever forget.
When I'm near you, everything seems to be perfect, everything is right.
I want to desperately touch your face, feel your soft skin underneath my finger tips.
The crippling pain in my chest when you leave me is hardly bearable.
Please, don't leave.
My knees are weak, every part of me numb.
Except where you touch, a pang of electricity.
Gently cradling my face, one hand under my chin lifting me towards your lips, I feel safe.
So vulnerable, so willing.
Your honey sweet breath, I embrace you.
Looking into my somber brown eyes with such sincerity, my legs could give out at any moment.
Those eyes.
Always searching mine deeply.

Don't leave.
My heart would swell a thousand times it's size and eventually detonate inside my chest.
You don't understand how long I've waited for you.
   By Shianne Campbell
Published: 1/16/2009
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