You make it impossible
For me to act like I don't want you.
The way you move is
So incredibly
Intoxicating.
Like a breath of fresh air.
In a smog-ridden slum
And I'm sitting here
Trying to pretend that
I don't feel what I do
That you don't hold me
Tight in your electrifying grasp
(Admitting this will lead to my
Inevitable demise.)
But you do.
And it hurts when you squeeze.
But in all honesty though,
I enjoy pain.
