You have me addicted to your touch.
Hooked on the way you look at me
You have pierced my soul.
Penetrated my heart
And impaled my very being.
You have called down the moon,
Brought the stars to my feet, and
Erased the clouds from the sky.
With just a touch of your lips,
A shadowy masterpiece.
An illusion of what could be,
You show me love not built
On faith but built on bone and blood.
Because it is in my blood
Because it is in my blood, you will stay.
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