You steal my words…
Steal them without knowing
As I numb my brain
my sexual desire
my illicit deep craving
for you…

You steal my words…
my feelings without me realizing
As I spend dawn to dusk
trying to think of anything but ‘you’
The debate rattles my cage.
Sometimes my heart wins… sometimes you!

You steal me…
from me…
And all that’s left is a mere shell
The eyes, without their sparkle
The smile… a bit drawn
I am a shell
waiting for you to breathe
life back into me!

About the author

Tappy Tippy

Late Bloomer, Coffee Drinker, French-Frier. Romance in her head. Erotica in her bones!