I've got a Saturday night feverMature

Trying
to stay steady-
but
my skin
will brush something
in the right way
I'll exhale
the right way
and it comes
flashing back
Letting it happen
all over again
And I'm breathless
and a little shaky
it's dark again
we're connected again
I'm hearing you laugh again
"my mind sort of wanders,
you're trembling under my touch again"
Everything happens
all over again
And when it ends
it's like
the whole world
stopped.
You're a hurricane
to my senses
Overwhelming
and in control
and god
I'd give you
anything
you wanted
in a heartbeat
if you asked
you make me breathless
and I wouldn't want it
any other way

The End

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