TUGGING AT THE HEART STRINGS OF OUR INTENSE EMOTIONS
THE SLIGHTEST HINT AT ROMANCE
SENDS MY HEART AND MIND SOARING AND FLUTTERING
LIKE THE BUTTERFLYS
CRASHING AND TICKLING MY STOMACH
AT THE MENTION OF WARMTH

SENDS WAVES OF HEAT
EXACTLY TO THE RIGHT SPOTS
MAKING ME CRAVE FOR YOUR TOUCH
EVEN MORE WITH EACH PASSING HINT

WE ARE CONNECTED

KNOWING WHAT EACHOTHER ARE THINKING
EVEN BEFORE THE OTHER HAS TIME
TO EXPRESS IT THROUGH WORDS
ALWAYS ASTONISHING EACHOTHER
BECAUSE OF THE SHORTNESS OF OUR COMPANIONSHIP
BUT ALWAYS LEAVING OUR BODIES, HEARTS, AND SPIRITS
OPEN
TO WHAT WE HAVE NOW
AND WHAT MIGHT BE