Touched
What is it that I sense,
Perhaps a small change.
The way those eyes look at me,
Beyond lust or love beyond words.
Addicted to the intoxication of when we are near,
Such betrayal by a simple touch a slight blush.
Sound of his voice brings calm to my panic,
Pure rage aimed at any and all who harm me.
I'm developing a sense of security yet I fear of falling,
Ecstasy of freedom from expectations and molded roles.
He's bringing to the surface something I thought I left behind,
Removing chains of fear and abandonment.
Am I so easy to use and drop,
He tells me no and believe him.
I guess what is new is the ability to trust.
Perhaps a small change.
The way those eyes look at me,
Beyond lust or love beyond words.
Addicted to the intoxication of when we are near,
Such betrayal by a simple touch a slight blush.
Sound of his voice brings calm to my panic,
Pure rage aimed at any and all who harm me.
I'm developing a sense of security yet I fear of falling,
Ecstasy of freedom from expectations and molded roles.
He's bringing to the surface something I thought I left behind,
Removing chains of fear and abandonment.
Am I so easy to use and drop,
He tells me no and believe him.
I guess what is new is the ability to trust.