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My heart beats loud

Feels nothing but passionate grace

Knows nothing but the look of your face

It's anything but sane



My mind is filled with insane reasons

To have or not to have

One small touch of your exhilarating lips

It feels anything but normal



My eyes appreciate nothing but you

They are restless

And always searching

Until you embrace them with a glance

It's beyond natural



My skin locks me in

From flying everywhere at once

When you smile at me with Holy warmth

Saving me

From me…



My hands want to touch you

Feel you

Devour you

They're overcome with lunacy

The desire to caress you

It is madness incarnate…

It's anything but wisdom

And everything outlandish



My lips

You make them tremble

Make them pray for your presence

For your touch

For your kiss

The way you trace them

With your fingertips



My whole existence becomes unstable

Mania became my middle name

I don't know if you're the illness

Or the cure

All I know is that I love this affliction

And I'm dying for the cure

If I live

Or die

I'm restored…

I said before,

It's all but sensible



Sarah El Khodary

February 21, 2005