The Feeling (poem)
What is this feeling that I can’t suppress
It has its start here somewhere near my heart
Then spreads out to these arms I scant repress
And once around my love they will not part
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With arms entwined the lips now yearn to meet
The feeling flushing rushing to their call
Our senses heighten toward impending treat
The feeling loosed all reason to forestall
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Why fight the feeling’s power over us
It seems so hopeless as it’s gone this far
I’m sure we’ll find some good use for our fuss
Let’s continue on from where we are
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There’s one last thing to which I must attend
To start the kissing put the words to end