Intensity

The flesh of my face is flushed with fear:
intensity.

My feelings are scattered and rampant like leaves on the wind…

I wonder if there is any room in your soul for shared passion;
have you spent it all?

I know no boundaries; my yielding is limitless…

I want to be inside you, haunting your mind and your body…

I am aching for you…

Explore me.

I know you, you know me;
there is heat here.

My confessions steal my energy, rape my sanity, curse me!

I am a slave to what I cannot understand.

Words fall from my lips that I cannot control.

I reveal my secrets…

And I cannot read your mind; I know not what you think.

What do you feel?

Is it always like this for you?

I am not a fatal attraction;
my only obsession is the fantasy I live in my mind…