by joetwo

How can I fight it?

What can I do?

As tempted I am by the image of you?


You beguile with your dancing.

Ensnare with your dress

I feel that eventually I’ll die from the stress


Your touch is electric

Your smell drives me mad

For each moment with you I’m eternally glad


If having you’s dangerous

I know in my heart

That gladly for you from life I’d depart.