i could keep pretending that i don't want you
but every-time i see you,
my blood turns a warmer shade crimson,
like an embarrassed school boy with his first crush
my heart skips beats as it tries to align with the rhythm of your footsteps
oh so naturally
your feet entrances me, casting voodoo or a different breed of black magic to my eyes
venus in furs
i know i don't need you but i want you
a strong want that is a necessity to my being
like learning to breathe with oxygen as a first born child
i wanna devour you and your scent
stay a little longer
for im running out of excuses
and all my witty comments seem less witty after i repeat them to myself
there is nothing as sad as the human moment
that i finally realize
as much as i want, long and desire you
i can never have you
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