Ask yourself when the last time it was
That you longed for someone
When even one feature of their face
Runs across your mind
And your heart forgets it needs to pump blood
Your nerves tense and tingle
If their voice even utters a breath
Your goosebumps get goosebumps
At the thought of their skin kissing yours
Is this longing?
Is this desire?
Does it even matter, honestly?
Either way you put it
This person does things to your soul
To your psyche
That words can't describe
That psychics can't predict
That God couldn't foresee for your life
Occupying yourself doesn't diminish
The chokehold they have on you
Their hands are nowhere near you
And yet
It unleashes your most carnal senses
To the point of no return
You can't do anything
You can't start anything
You can't finish anything
Until you feel every inch of them
Dancing with you in such a lustful manner
It hurts to think about
But it's so good to think about
In layman's terms
I'm fucked
- TG3
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