See you across the room, looking at me,
Imagine you twirling my hair around your finger.
I know you see me looking at you,
That smile meant you could guess what I was thinking too.
Strange how one look can scorch you through and through,
Leaving your soul bare, blanched and alone,
Seeking only one, craving the salvation.
I wonder if you know I will be going home with you tonight.
Again.
I wonder if you know, I’ll wake up with this feeling again tomorrow.
As I have before. As I will again.
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