He makes me feel
so deep is he when I just look at the surface,
the love I feel is strong
no problem is he when he says what's on his mind, very opposite of me,
but not really
he is outgoing and not afraid
I scare to the fact of being wrong
politically correct I am
sometimes I feel sheep
on the phone with him tonight
he asked me why I am so speechless,
but that's just me
the desire grows inside of me,
like a first date
the scene playing on the inside
after the first kiss
sliding down to the floor in front of the door,
he speaks, my legs grow weak
and uncontrollable I sneak
up the rainbow,
and through the valley,
down the hill and river on its side
careful not to wake the bears and snakes that lurk there,
only way I can tell him is to send a picture to thee,
so imagery is the only way to he,
so he may see