the feeling.

the feeling. a poem by sandra.

Whenever you’re near
I get the feeling
My heart pounding
My mind reeling
My breathing rapid
My senses heightened
I lose control
I’m almost frightened
You overwhelm me
With your every word
And when you whisper
Oh, how my insides stir
You make me tremble
And forget how to speak
Your smile is contagious
Your touch makes me weak
I try gasping for air
I try closing my eyes
But I still feel you
Consuming my insides
It’s time to confess
My love sweet and wicked
I cannot go without
I’m hopelessly addicted

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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19 Responses to the feeling.

  1. I LOVE This! Absolutely Beautiful. ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  2. theturtle says:

    So good to feel in love 😉
    Turtle Hugs 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. stephieann8 says:

    Yup that sums up my life with my wonderful loving boyfriend!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Andy Smart says:

    Phew >> Great writing there >><< Puts me in the moment!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Very intense! I like the structure of the poem, too.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. The V-Pub says:

    The greatest addiction of all. Simply wonderful, Sandra!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Oh my. This is brilliant. I’m loving you and your work. Bravo.

    Liked by 1 person

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