My eyes wash over him and as our eyes meet I melt in his gaze.
His voice sends a chill down my spine
And his touch weakens my knees and stops my heart.
I am his if he wants me, as I want him,
To love him and be held in his arms as I listen to his heart beat
Singing a love song
A dream,
Yet my eyes are open
A fantasy,
But not a fleeting moment
Life, his and mine together as one
Our love story…forever
My eyes turn away as my smile broadens
A fantasy it was, a moment… Forever.
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