you distract me
with the pressure of a leaky faucet, you infect my brain
a most exquisite torture
you are beautiful, and you know it
but inside your shell is a shy little creature of passion
toying with words until they break a heart
drawing the heavens more accurately than the gods themselves
sing again, my darling
for me, for us
create the sounds that close my eyes,
that stop my breath and quicken my pulse
make my distraction worthwhile
my need to be right about you is growing
feed my desperation
teach me how you need me to love you
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