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You've watched me with those curious eyes,
observed the way I move. The way I sway my hips,
the way my lips curve around my words.
you watch, and I wonder just how much
you have learned.

Your fingers always dance across my skin. You play me
so well, striking the right chords and complex notes. I am your song and
you string me together with careful precision,
aimed to reach perfection. Striving.

Your breath is hot against my neck and
I
melt.

It's my dilemma now -
coming home wearing your scent of cigarettes and exotica,
my mind clouded, your words replacing my own
(I always believed that I was so good with making
my words sound so smooth.)

And it's mind versus heart, they say,
as they insist that you could never love
anybody
but yourself.

But when you make love to me,
hot skin, hard and deep, feverish passion -
the vulnerability in your eyes makes me
want to
believe.

Description
You've watched me with those curious eyes,
observed the way I move. The way I sway my hips,
the way my lips curve around my words.
you watch, and I wonder just how much
you have learned.

Your fingers always dance across my skin. You play me
so well, striking the right chords and complex notes. I am your song and
you string me together with careful precision,
aimed to reach perfection. Striving.

Your breath is hot against my neck and
I
melt.

It's my dilemma now -
coming home wearing your scent of cigarettes and exotica,
my mind clouded, your words replacing my own
(I always believed that I was so good with making
my words sound so smooth.)

And it's mind versus heart, they say,
as they insist that you could never love
anybody
but yourself.

But when you make love to me,
hot skin, hard and deep, feverish passion -
the vulnerability in your eyes makes me
want to
believe.