This obsessing has me fatigued
admittedly, you have me intrigued
For everywhere I look
you’re like a good book
I can’t seem to shake you
or bid you adieu
You live in my dreams
so real they seem
Invading my personal space
I need a hiding place
Your lips, your eyes
to be spellbound would be unwise
But, oh, how you make me feel
it’s positively surreal
I can’t commit to a declaration
of whether this is love or infatuation
although, I must concede to my desires
and the lighting of our fires
I’ve been arrested by your charms
as you hold me in your arms
My self control is missing
So sentence me to “kissing”

Lauren Scott © 2014
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