Wordless he stutters, and meaningless, mutters <br />Crossed thoughts incoherently wrong. <br />Tonge-tied and spell-bound feeling his heart pound, <br />Sensations, familiar and strong. <br /> <br /> <br />Throat tight and burning, already the yearning <br />To flee from eyes passioned with flame. <br />Mouth dried and knees weak stumbling his steps seek <br />The lips which allure him again.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fire-of-love-3/
