reachin for the design in which u look upon me...
eye to eye catchin a better view of the way we seem...
strangers gazin in stares as life moves on without the hurt...
with the wonder that neva presses the lips tastin the turn...
damn near blamin each other for somethin someone else has done...
caught in the vanity of look at me before the chase is no longer fun...
from afar the attraction seems physical enough to go on...
jus wantin to know without the bs that becomes the storm...
not knowin the visual has caught the attention on both ends...
as the thought catches the mind of id like to be ur friend...
driftin in time jus enjoyin more than a daydream that ligners within...
findin the mood rounds its way back to the possibilities unknown...
for neither has over stepped boundaries to earn the knowin of bein shown...
interest at its best attemptin to crawl beneath the surface...
it twiddles thumbs the way we pass every single moment to live close enough to the same space...
down goes the wall behind closed doors fightin to reveal self...
as true intent finds itself afraid to be seen for we may not be felt...
goin back n forth with the curiousities that round about in the mind...
day after day fallin under the nights skies...
oh the joy that could come to life behind closed doors locked for the keepin of us...
allowin the urge of like to press the issue of touch...
gettin lost with a few seconds of are u still lookin at me..?
fantasizin over the thought of wantin to change the speed in which we breathe...
turned on in ways its not even sexual even though it be so fuckin nice...
to have u in my life...
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