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Scared Still

When he looks at me, he scares me still
When he smiles at me,he sends a chill

When he touches me, it’s all I can feel
When he talks to me, he scares me still

I tremble, I shake
I chill, I can hardly take

I’m speechless, I’m breathless
I’m thoughtless, I’m restless

He looks, he feels
He tastes, I’m scared still
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Sweetheart Avatar
June 6, 2011 at 10:23 AM
Congrats on your HM in the contest with this exciting entry ..enjoy special honor..luv..
Jackson Avatar
February 22, 2011 at 5:59 AM
This is a very deep write, and creepy. Well put.
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