I am frantic in his presence
beyond all attempts to keep cool calm.
Yet, he takes no notice- keeps cutting clouds
with all my dreams inside his palm.

He leaves me completely shaken,
trembling from clue to core.
I am a glutton for the feeling.
I adjure and ask for more.

I leave all logic lacking,
my dream demands it so.
But when my fantasy escapes me
I've no other place to go.

I don't suppose he'd recognize
the absence of my deluded veneration,
but my heart has had a tendency to fly
and fall in the most infavorable location.

His conquest of multidudes of women
contributes naught to my decision.
I'm a good girl who loves bad boys,
running on many miles of masochism.

We made secrets in the folds of summer,
whose stories won't leave the place we laid.
I have no care for consequence.
I'll lie again in the bed we made.

You may call me foolish,
but his charm denies mercy well.
I am but one of thousands.
Another willing victim fell.



Sealed with a kiss for my special Casanova who stole a few of my summer nights... and my heart.

~Krissie

"No one has ever loved
~anyone~
the way
~everyone~
wants to be loved"
~Mignon McLaughlin~

"No one has ever loved
~anyone~
the way
~everyone~
wants to be loved"
~Mignon McLaughlin~