Could It Be? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Poem by Shawnee Gonzalez

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His grasp never releases me,
His bite forces his venom through my sacred veins,
Nothing I do can make this work,
Cause his touch is the making of an electrical storm.

It wipes me off my feet into his arms,
Than a glance at is darkened eyes,
And again Im off the ground.

The look I've seen a million times changes,
From protection,
From his guard,
To soft, relief, and torture.

His eyes never once leave me even as evil takes toll,
The mind I once mastered was a new born again,
Into those eyes,
His eyes,
My eyes will never see the same again!
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