I'm on fire
burning out of control
with desire
now that you've captured my soul
I'd feel complete
if we could walk down the street
and so I'm yearning for you
thinking that we're in key
you got me
I can't quit
thinking only of you
my heart's split
wond'ring what I should do
should I hold on too tight
hoping for a delight
as you slip between my fingers
'cause you want to be free
you got me
so you think you know of love
but you're having your doubts
and the message of passion
should make you want to get out
but I'm shy and slightly nervous
to fall out of the sky
even though I want to tell you
you're one hell of a guy
so I wait
for you to give me a sign
though our fates
could be something divine
and I hold my tongue just waiting
but I tire of hesitiating
'cause my eyes are sending signals
of the passion-to-be
you got me
©2006 Cynthia Bage
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Comments: 2
xing my fingers!