I seduce your mind

With each word I write.

I touch you sexually

This way you can't fight.

When I mention 

Two lips touching

You read on

Even though you're blushing.

If here on this paper

Is the only place we can make love

Then so be it.

No better place can I think of.

I touch you

In places secret to all.

And over and over again 

For you I fall.

How great our relationship

But only written with this pen.

I hate this relation

When will this end?

Ever will I hold 

You near my breast?

Listening to words

Of love you confessed.

Will ever there be

A day or time

When lying together in bed

Our two hearts make one beat, rhythm and rhyme?

You read on

Eyes gazing across each letter.

Should I have kept this secret

Would it have been better?

Now it is

Written from me

Confessing my love

Confiding my dreams.

Will you ever

Look into my eyes

Say those three words

A lover's lullaby.

Or will this poem

End with only your eyes?

Will it start a new beginning

Or remain yet another goodbye?

It took Nichole several years to break the hold he had on her but don't worry she eventually does. I think sometimes as parents we attribute the first "love" as just a crush or puppy love. Irregardless what we classify it as, to them it is the real thing, causing happiness, insecurities, sadness, confusion, joy and they just know that they are "in love" and that it is going to last forever. So maybe we should not be so quick to dismiss the "love" they feel and help them navigate through the emotional mine field they find themselves in.

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