Weak In the Presence of Beauty

Don’t expect words to come out right Don’t expect them to make any sense Don’t expect me to know how to behave Or to be confident and unafraid “Cause I go weak, I go weak.... Weak in the presence of beauty.” Your beauty leaves me oxygen deprived My mind unable to think, to formulate Anything that is logical or profound Anything that will be able to impress “I go weak… Weak in the presence of beauty.” It’s the beauty of your eyes But more so, the beauty of your soul The way that you’re simply perfect Every inch of your frame divine “Weak in the presence of beauty”….. The way your hands reach out to me The way your hands play in my hair The way your lips close over mine As you melt me with tenderness “In the presence of beauty”…. The way you gently lay me down The way your eyes speak to me The way you undress my desires Your proximity a living fire “Presence of….. beauty”….. The way your moist lips tug at mine The way your tongue tastes love’s wine The way your body rocks my world The way you make me yield control “B E A U T Y”………. "I go weak, YES, I go weak.... Weak in the presence of beauty." Inspired by Alison Moyet's song....Weak in the Presence of Beauty! WHAT A VOICE THAT WOMAN HAS!!!!!!! One of my favorite artists. Eileen Manassian Ghali