Burning Love
My heart pounded in my chest every time you came near.
My lungs seemed not able to get enough air.
When you touched me my skin became a flame.
My eyes Tightly closed.
My lips awaited yours.
My hands wanting to touch you.
My soul reaching to hold yours.
The waiting seemed forever.
I slowly open my eyes and find you are just a dream.
By Crystalin Patrick 6/15/2009
wildpendigus commented on Burning Love
06-18-2009
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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