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How Can I Be Nervous?


The fear runs through our veins our blood races our heart pounds furiously. The butterflies rise in numbers our breath hitches our hands shake. Everything fumbles and collides our eyes lose focus our mind goes blank. The skin burns as we move and think as one. The want grows stronger becomes a demanding need until finally we fall to the devils floor in sin, in undenying bliss and our final loving embrace.
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