Starts with a look,
Then you lean in...
Then my eyes close...
All on their own.
Your eyes don't close
You stare in awe
At your own gain
At winning me.
Hand in my hair,
Hand on my neck...
Slides to my back...
Pulls me to you.
You're next to me
But not with me
Like I'm with you
I'm within this.
You hands are cold,
But I don't know...
Guess I don't care...
I just want you.
It's so cruel but
I must have you
How you'll let me
If nothing else.
I'll take cold touch,
If you can stand...
My hot caress...
Full of passion.
I'll close my eyes
I know you stare
And smile at me
For touching you.
Don't kiss me now,
Not like that then...
That is not fair...
To make me feel.
You don't feel it
But I still do
It makes me fade:
Your hollow kiss.
(But then you start it again, with a look.)
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