Can't Help Myself


	Can't Help Myself When you were a lass of eighteen my desire was to hold you tight, To kiss your delicious lips and let my troubles drift out of sight. As the years came and went my desire did not fade, With you in my arms I felt my life was made. Only when you pulled away I felt empty inside, Like there was something wrong between us or a part of me had just died. Your physical love has always been such a thrill, It lets me know you love me still. I’ll never tire of your beautiful sight, Or kissing your lips or holding you tight. Remember my darling we must always share, Working through these bad times will keep us a loving pair. I love you as always you excite me just as much, Whenever I see you I can’t help myself I just have to touch. JRS © 8-3-99 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved