I am not creepy
It is just me creeping a little closer to you
Every night in your dreams
I am not obsessed with sex
Just overcome by the idea of sex with you
I am not weird
Just as weird as I need to be
To rock your world
Tell me you hate to love me
That your quivering hungry lips
Make you do the things you do to me
In the forbidding darkness
I understand the language of your dance of desire
Tasting your lust on the sweat of your skin
The honeysuckle rose nectar between your thighs
Making love to you until the dawn
As final surrender comes with an ear piercing shriek
And goodbye, flying into the shadows
We hold on to yesterday
In dreams that bleed Crimson
Forever more.
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