At the surface, intense admiration,
transfixed on the skin, the look, the lips,
ever-aching to touch.
Head to toe you're insatiable,
an inescapable seduction,
there is simply no denying my obsession,
though the deeper I go,
through black silos, into psychology,
wound in deliciously dark webs of complexity,
my admiration becomes akin to narcissism.
So hard to accept,
endlessly perplexing,
yet I find a surreal synchrony
and I want to bleed into,
I'm seething to fuse,
I want to fucking saturate you.
I've accepted this as impossible,
irrevocably unrequited,
yet there's something sometimes
in the depth of your mind
that taunts, invigorates, tickles my insides,
and while I know I could not be right,
somewhere beneath my lack of self-esteem,
deep below the doubt that keeps my measurement
of the real in check,
I feel something squirming in you,
something I've accepted
as utterly impossible.
transfixed on the skin, the look, the lips,
ever-aching to touch.
Head to toe you're insatiable,
an inescapable seduction,
there is simply no denying my obsession,
though the deeper I go,
through black silos, into psychology,
wound in deliciously dark webs of complexity,
my admiration becomes akin to narcissism.
So hard to accept,
endlessly perplexing,
yet I find a surreal synchrony
and I want to bleed into,
I'm seething to fuse,
I want to fucking saturate you.
I've accepted this as impossible,
irrevocably unrequited,
yet there's something sometimes
in the depth of your mind
that taunts, invigorates, tickles my insides,
and while I know I could not be right,
somewhere beneath my lack of self-esteem,
deep below the doubt that keeps my measurement
of the real in check,
I feel something squirming in you,
something I've accepted
as utterly impossible.
