I have it all figured out.
Heart,
Mind,
and soul.
But you touch me,
and it all starts to crumble.
But it's all in lust, I think.
You touch me and I seem to forget who I was meant to be.
But as I come down from the high,
my thoughts begin to swirl,
and I'm left wondering what I really want.
I wish I could say I knew right away,
but now I don't ever since you touched me that day.
My thoughts are a whirlwind, scattering and spinning about my brain,
because when you touch me, you wash out my common sense like rain.
I wish I could write about how good it felt to be touched,
but that would be nothing but a poem about lust.
It felt good to be desired; to be wanted; to be wanted so intensely,
but I come down from the thrill and immediately it hits me.
My thoughts are a whirlwind.