my eyes are naked looking down at you uncovering secrets i’m too strong to share with anyone else you know how i hate to look weak yet climaxing into your observant gaze seems a fair trade to feel the flame of your tongue licking my body clean of desire for anyone else but you. how did i get here? how did you happen to me? i’m supposed to feel like i’m not free but being with you for some reason is not smothering you hold me tight but your grip doesn’t break or crush my air and i love that you’re with me but i do remember that at some point i did swear promised myself i was only near you to feel the warmth of your flame not to be consumed by it took my oath on not falling like this on not liking anyone enough to miss on not being kissed… on not looking into your soul on not losing control with the frustration of a passion unleashed for almost a week i have to admit… i actually like the effect you have on me… maybe… even love…