She ignites you with eyes aflame
It excites you you like the game
And I am in my chair
Although I hardly speak
I notice each innuendo
I see how well she is doing
I am stricken with fear
At seeing the end so near
I try to hide the dread
that I am holding inside
She's out to win you
She woos you with style
You continue to coyly smile
Her eyes flatter
Your glances touch
I am on the verge of crying
My heart understands
Love is changing hands
Unknown "~*Minty*~" Petulant
- 16 years, 11 months, 5 days ago