Swing

Rocking on a swing
Swaying slowly
Wind caresses my face
Sun bathes my skin.
Mind suggests cautionÂ
Heart runs wildlyÂ
Brain rests its caseÂ
As he touches my skin.
All control is lost with his words
Heart pounds with his touchÂ
Legs don't work, breathing stops
I am lost in you..
     With you.
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