I'm the one who gets that look in your eye
And I'm the one who feels you tremble inside
I'm the one who steals those kisses from your breath
Sometimes it's so good at night it scares me half to death
Thinkin' what would I do if I didn't have you
I'm as strong, strong as I can be
But ooh ooh ooh, baby you leave me weak
Put my hands upon your skin
And it warms me to the touch
All that I can think about while we're makin' love
Is I'm the only one who knows how passionate you get
About all of our deepest little secrets that we've kept
As the night gets longer, baby you just get stronger
And you pour yourself all over me
Ooh ooh ooh, baby you leave me weak
And it always blows me away, by the power that you hold
When the moment kicks in, and the magic unfolds
And you wrap your love around me and it brings me to my knees
Will you give me strength, all the strength that I need
As the night gets longer, baby you just get stronger
And you pour yourself all over me
Ooh ooh ooh, baby you leave me weak



How many times have I laid here, watching you sleep? How many nights have we spent just like this - you taking me to places I always dreamed about but never knew existed until you touched me? It doesn't matter what else has happened that day, that week, that month, because as soon as my skin touches yours, every ounce of strength I've ever had, every rational thought that has ever crossed my mind leaves and is replaced by you. People think we're just friends. There are probably a few that have suspected the true nature of our relationship, but only those closest to us know the truth. And that truth is that I love you more than life itself.

I've never been one for sentimentality. I don't wear my emotions on my sleeve - not like you. When someone hurts you, the whole world knows it. When you're mad, there is no doubt what's going through your mind. But, when we're alone, and you look at me with that cross between love, trust, need and lust, I lose it all. When our lips touch and I'm buried deep inside you, the only thing that keeps me going, that keeps me from falling apart, is you. Yeah, you are my strength, and my weakness. I would die for you. I would kill for you. But, most of all, I would love to spend the rest of my life doing exactly what we do - live, love, laugh.

I remember our first time together. It was your 21st birthday. Since most of the guys weren't old enough to drink, we took you to dinner, then headed to the lake with a couple of cases of beer, a bottle of whiskey, and all your favorite CD's. Even then, everyone wanted to be near you. You danced with every single person there, bouncing around in the spotlight created by the high beams of your new car. You sat in every lap, kissed every cheek, loved every moment of your special night. As the night wore on, you just shined brighter. People came and went, but you never tired of the parade of well-wishers. Everyone started leaving around 2 in the morning, and soon it was just you and me.

Your car wouldn't start because you had left the battery running for almost 6 hours, so I asked if you wanted me to take you home. You just shook your head, saying you wanted to sit by the lake for a while. I grabbed an old sleeping bag out of the trunk of my car and spread it out on the only spot not covered with rocks. You flopped yourself down, the energy seeming to drain out of you all at once. That's the way you've always been, just like a shooting star. You burned so bright and then, without warning, your flash was gone and you were back to being the shy, insecure little boy that lived beneath the façade.

We sat and watched the stars for a little while. You tried to point out the constellations, but couldn't remember the names of most of them. So, in typical fashion, you made up your own. We laughed about the things you came up with, then fell into a comfortable silence. This was the first time you and I had been alone for any length of time, but somehow it just felt right, being there with you. I asked if you had a good time and you turned over on your stomach, smiling at me, and said yes.

I wish I could say that I remember every detail of what happened after that, but I would be lying. I remember your lips on mine, but I couldn't tell you who made the first move. I remember hands on hot flesh, but not whose clothes ended up in the dirt first. But I will never forget how warm your mouth was, or how good your tongue felt tracing every vein and ridge, or how hard I was throbbing as you took me farther into your throat. I'd never had anybody suck me like that before, and I just laid there hoping and praying that it would never end.

But, it did. I couldn't resist when you looked into my eyes and told me you wanted me then…there…now. I didn't give it another thought, just took the plunge, so to speak, and buried myself deep inside you. I didn't know that it was your first time. I guess the alcohol numbed the pain enough for you to enjoy the experience. It wasn't the lovemaking from some storybook romance - it was hard and fast and over far too soon for me to care to admit. But that night, something happened that would change me forever.

So what if it took a year before we got together again? Who cares that we never spoke about that first night until we were both drunk off our asses, celebrating another birthday at the lake? We were sitting in the exact same spot and you turned to me, looking deep into my eyes, before telling me that you had thought about me every night since then. I didn't know what to say, and you took my silence as a rejection, standing up to leave me alone. It took me all of about 3 seconds to grab you and pull you back down on the ground. You landed in my lap and for the first time in my life, I felt whole.

There were times I thought I would die, having to be away from you for weeks, sometimes months, at a time. Then there were times I thought I would kill you after spending just a couple of hours together, trying to keep up with your frantic pace. There isn't an emotion known to man that you haven't made me feel in all these years. Just when I think I can't love you any more than I already do, I look into your eyes and fall in love all over again. When we're in public, we laugh and talk the way that old friends would do. But the moment we're alone, beyond the prying eyes of everyone in the locker room, you and me become something we were always meant to be - two hearts, minds and souls joined together.

You're smiling in your sleep. I reach out and gently stroke your hair, wondering what is in your dreams. Is it me that you're dreaming of, baby? Am I consuming every thought in your head, like you to do me? Does it really matter? To me, it doesn't, because I know that you're always going to be there, I see one eye open slightly and you ask me what I'm doing. I shrug and start to tell you all about my thoughts, when I feel your hand on my thigh and I can't think again. There's kissing to be done, skin to be licked and caressed. And there's love. I gladly give up my strength, my sanity, my heart. Because you, Jeff…you leave me weak. And I live for that moment every day when you give and take, when you live and die in my arms. But my greatest weakness is the look in your eyes and the sound of your voice as you whisper, "I don' know what I'd do without ya, Sug." Let's hope we never have to find out.

~You Leave Me Weak by Toby Keith~