Wordless he stutters, and meaningless, mutters
Crossed thoughts incoherently wrong.
Tonge-tied and spell-bound feeling his heart pound,
Sensations, familiar and strong.


Throat tight and burning, already the yearning
To flee from eyes passioned with flame.
Mouth dried and knees weak stumbling his steps seek
The lips which allure him again.

Fay Slimm

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fire-of-love-3/