Rush
So often I'm told,
"Don't rush love."
But it wasn't my fault, this time.
Love rushed me!
I got a rush from love
A high
An addiction
A feeling, that I longed to feel
A taste of heaven, that I longed to savor
A touch from an angel, that soothes me with his kind words.
The way his sensual words caresses my body and soul,
I drift into a light daze of ecstasy.
So afraid I was to feel this way,
but got too tired of running from it.
Please, don't run.
Come sit and rest with me.
Save your energy for the rest of the race.
We can finish together as one, but you'll always be my first place.
My number one.
Come get my heart....................
I mean "your trophy".
Copyright © Devonta Reese | Year Posted 2007
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