Impulsive Love
He asked me is love Impulsive?
If you have to ask then I know you've never been.
As I walk through the door all eyes on me that I can't really see because in my view is he.
As I make my way to him I kissed him gently and I guess somewhat passionately on his cheek. Surprised was he, surprised was me.
Where did that come from, not that I mind. I could only say, you're asking me.
Impulsive Love has no orgin, no beginning, no ending.
Impulsive love make a controlled person out of control, how frightening, how intoxicating, how satisfying impulsive love can be.
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