No one else`s eyes get me lit.
I swoon, melt and quite forget,
To blink, swallow, stand or sit.
I`m twisted up for you.
Something in the air you breathe
Can liberate and set me free,
Can drive in me this primal need.
To twist me up for you.
I shall not take a second chance
To surrender to another glance
And sink into a mindless trance.
Where I twist inside for you.
Brandi Guthrie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twisted-31/
