The intensity of being near you is just too much to bear
Getting chills from imagining a meeting of the lips while we just sit and stare
Im far from speechless, words just have no place in a situation like this
I'm not addicted to the lust,
Just addicted to rush that's flowed by the lust
Your eyes' brush, your perfume's touch
Carry me away like bed sheets caught in a gust
I'm swept away by the rip tides and fire in your eyes
Steady staring specifically so not to slip
Times a ticking terribly ticking I'm trying not to trip
I hit the edge of reality and snap back
Shake off the whiplash
And embrace it like a wake up from cold water's splash
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