as i sit there your edging closer to my body,
you can tell im squirming over your breath-taking scent,
waiting impatiently for me to pounce on you.
lust was never be a friend to me,
lust will never be a friend to me,
take my hand and walk me to bed,
im taken by your every touch,
i suppose thats just ironic your the only one that can make my heart race like you do,
i rested on the edge of your collarbone while you slowly fell into a dream,
infatuation was never be a friend to me,
infatuation will never be a friend to me,
awoke before you did and watched you sleep in peace,
felt your skin warm and softer than these sheets,
i'll always want what i know whats never going to turn out good for me,
i suppose what will be, will have to be.
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