Baby..................

Overwhelmed and awed at your presence,    
I am weakened by the innocence in the way you call me “baby”    
     
Ooooooo........you wave that “magic wand” kinda' word and I'm    
     
Melting    
Entranced    
It's gentle sound is deafening.........    
   
…....I hear not another word after that.    
I am transformed from immortal to your    
mere love slave.    
     
“Baby...........”    
a word that causes me to fall again and      
maybe I'm amazed    
at the depth of each fall because    
I already love you so much.    
     
My stomach flutters every time    
you call to me......”Baby”    
     
Your careless whispers find me    
Spellbound,      
loving you silently, yes    
but with an intense fire inside    
that makes these cold, brown eyes    
want to cry.    
     
Your hands gently caress my face.      
You look so deeply into my eyes,      
into my soul,    
breaking me,      
making me dizzy,      
sending my body into a    
sensual, romantic, erotic tizzy........    
     
…......killing me ever so softly, woman.    
     
"It's written all over my face",    
tremendous and true.......love.    
Finding no shame in revealing it's depths      
for you
for you are.......“my baby”.    
     
     
     
Author's Comment-(I wrote this several years ago when a younger, sensitive man choose to "wait for love", to search for that someone whose voice my heart would hear......and then, "you" called me Baby.  Thank you 4 awakening the spirit of that young man......again)