- originally written August 20, 2008 -
You hold me in this sweet torment
It's not healthy; my soul is bent
Can't ask you to stop; I'm conflicted
To the taste of you I am addicted
Your hands trace my every line
Sends a cold shiver down my spine
The touch of your kiss can hold time still
Could easily turn day to night at will
You've got me under some kind of spell
Where only you as divine can dwell
Your words brake upon me like a wave
Simple biddings to which I am a willing slave
Won't you ever release me from this?
Let me go with one last desperate kiss
Release me from the chains I willingly bear
Remove this blindfold I have chosen to wear
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