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you always stand back
cock your head to the side
and hold back words i'm dying to hear
teasing is our gentle way
of saying we want each other near

the anxiety of your actions
anticipation for the next move
i catch your eyes and try to disguise
the tension bubbling inside
you could be my sweet demise

oh
the rushing of whispers
the roaming of fingers
the silent screaming of two hearts alight
i forget my bearings
lose my burdens at the door
then pull you close for more

eyes wide open
thoughts drawn in
i used to dream of running away
now i'm addicted to you
and dwell upon the sweet things you say

skin on skin grazing
lips on lips biting
feelings naked as frozen winter trees
you leave me with such a pleasant unease
and kiss me whenever you damn please

but oh
the rushing of whispers
the roaming of fingers
the silent screaming of two hearts alight
i forget my bearings
lose my burdens at the door
then pull you close for more..

just stay with me..
and hold me close for more