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boiling, chase, dying romantic, fine-wine, haste, hope, love-potion, middle, relativity, taste, trance
I don’t mind when they judge me
I shall not turn in haste
I’ll prove them wrong and make them want a taste
They try to figure me out
They are filled with so much doubt
It’s building inside
I tried to run from it
It chased me far and wide
Always running away
Or to someone
Will they ever meet me in the middle?
Will they pass by and forget the image in their eye
Will they think about me when all else is asleep
The world will be quiet
I could live on a steady diet
One of your love and great emotion
You created a love potion
Dare I try it?
It pulls me into a trance in my mind
Because love overbears the relativity of time
Like sampling the finest of wine
I shall hope to taste your lips
I slide my arms down from your hips
You pull me so close
I feel your breath
She touches my lips
I need the rest
I run my hand down your thigh
Your insides are boiling
We both know why
Unable to speak but it feels so tender
If you kissed me once for an eternity I would remember
The instant the stars shined bright on my life
They pointed to you
It made me smile
The sun faded
But your imagine cannot be penetrated
It is burned into my retina
Look at this girl
Where did she come from?
Where will she go?
Hold me close
I want you so.