Saturday, June 27, 2009

My Delirium

The way you make me feel

when I get lost in your eyes

is better than heroin and speed

the way you make me tremble

when you touch me gently

in all the right places

is better than mountains of gold

the way you love me

when love is the only thing needed

can only mean that

you are my delirium

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