What is comming over me?
This feeling so utterly nameless
Yet so errily familiar
Could it be I've felt this before
Or was it all just a dream?
The way his voice wraps around me
Tugging, making me beg for more
Or how even his gentlest touch
Paradoxically both sooths and excites
Oh, and how his very own scent
Clings to me, even after parting
How his eyes, his warm brown eyes
Rarely leaving me, keep watch
It seems like I've known him for eternity
But how could that be possible
For at the same time, it's all new to me
