Every time I look in your eyes I get a rush beyond any I've ever felt before.
Every time I see you I break out in a sweat. This hot desire I can't seem to contain.
I swoon at the sight of you and at the thought of you.
So many people ask me what I see in you.
It's something I can't describe. Something so sexy. Something so passionate I have to have you. God! I'll do anything just the put my hands all over you.
There is something dark about you. Yet something so gentle.
You're everything I ever wanted in a man.
You are like a drug that's hard to resist.
I can't get over the first time I saw you.
I love your arrogant ways. Your cocky personality.
I love the way you stand. I love the way you walk.
I love your voice. I love your smile.
I love everything about you. I love the way you fight and protect me.
I need you. I love you. I want you.
I love the way you make me feel.
The feeling I have is called infatuation.
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Danielle Mosley
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It's deceptively simple. The words and phrases I've heard before but I can't recall where. It's beautifully contructed, so feminine and strong. Infatuation packs an emotional punch that demands repeated readings. I've tried my hand at poetry recently with a series entitled the MurderVerse. It's about crime. I'll be reading more of your poems.