#WritcoPoemPrompt70
You took my pulse without ever touching me,
Like honey and flowers, you were my bumble-bee
Invisible but felt just like the air
You surrounded and blew and I knew you were there
You are my mystery, I can't figure this
Softer than the clouds, I crave your kiss.
I desire your rain, like a drought ridden desert
My sure to your please does it not pleasure.
I ache to be touched by.
Like a fast river flow I get a rush by you.
In your grips, totally clutched by you.
The tornado of my heart I dance in in the center of the twirl.
You are everything and everything is my world.