The Taste OF Passion by Camillion - HTML preview

I can't help but to fall weak.

Just trying to catch my breath.

With every step you get a little closer.

So much my knees will begin to shake.

All as I try to not erupt.

My heart is playing pitter patter sounds.

Like a song to sing.

Leaving me to quiver as your touches get a little closer.

I'm trying to resist.

The temptation to go a little further.

But like magnets gravity takes a hold.

You make me feel like gold.

With every soft whisper you dare to speak.

I can't help but to feel my innocence start to come alive again.

Leaving me to be a girl to dream.

I want a little more.

Till our lips press into the night.