Succulent Love

What is to live when you have not experienced real love? What is to breathe when he wakes me soar like a dove? How do I keep holding on when voices keep screaming in my head? Screaming, "It was not meant to be,so just let it go!" But how do I let him go when... I have become susceptible to his very presence His aura,an unquenchable bold essence His gentle touch sends shivers down my spine His kiss, nothing comes close to being so divine His sexy smile can make a girl forget her own name His eyes, their sparkle has indeed made me so tame How are you so quick to judge when you have not met him? Do you not know when you do meet your words may become gleam? His presence will indeed cover you like a glove Yes, him...his name is none other than... "Succulent Love"