What Else is There?

by Animus   May 22, 2007


Smiling at him, I feel strong.
When he smiles at me, I feel weak.
Taking his hand, I feel in control.
When he takes mine, I'm nervous.
Hugging him, I feel comfortable.
When he hugs me, I melt.
I feel safe in his arms.
What else is there?

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