| his scent swims around me like a perfume too heavy for summer
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| me lost thing
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| intoxicated
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| curled within him
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| drowning over and over
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| charmed disarmed
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| he comes when least expected
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| sits too close
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| lingers too long
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| stares too deeply
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| and claims me with something I cannot name
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| lightheaded and clean
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| this is a gift
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| biting tongue until blood
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| I am sick with him
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| talk goes no deeper than tonight
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| words are tickets to spend time
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| skin is talking to skin
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| loud
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| I know not to go too deep
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| but when his hands stop
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| tremble, temptation
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| I thrill back
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| open up crawl walls
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| this woman is no man’s
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| this man is no one’s
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| this one is mine
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| in a full room, alone on a couch
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| he is throned
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| doesn’t move
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| knows I will come
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| smitten
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| it vibrates
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| makes drinks tremble
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| food wastes time
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| cigarettes are for curling smoke
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| and drawing me in this is bloody business
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| guilt makes for poor postcards
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| so he comes in for a while
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| what do we know of this?
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| doesn’t know if he’ll be allowed to stay
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| but he looks a while too long
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| and stirs the close air
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| dragging me to the bottom of the lake
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| couches are for excuses
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| and temptation
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| crushed in too deep to breathe
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| swoon again skin you do not know
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| with hands that know too much
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| of what you must never say
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| flesh to curl to grind
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| to feign sleep to balance wishes
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| on tongues and wait for the time
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| now
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| cozy he calls me says I smell like sweet cream
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| closed eyes bring on a luscious film
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| of time and silence
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| he tastes like stars
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| he feels like thunder
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| regret makes you bitter
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| he says
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| come in and swim
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| we disappear into a dusk
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| we’ll never own
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| and never quite shake
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| a luscious slice
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| of water
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| lack of sleep makes me drift
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| lake of sleep makes me wonder
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| he will exist
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| he will evaporate
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| I am sick with him, gone
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| in regret dreams he is low and sweet
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| dark like a drift storm
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| holding me down under the waves
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| telling me not to talk
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| not to move
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| this will only take an hour
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| or two |