Whatever this is, it's very quintessential
Stolen glances
A brush of the skin
Whispered sweet nothings
gone in the wind
A show or two of *******
This is mine, i am man
But do not touch
When out she holds her hand
Feigning sacrifice
She wonders if you're true
She looks longingly
everytime, everytime
She dares look at you
You seem to enjoy this too much
This yo-yo of which you play
The pain and self degradation
You seem to cause her
with words you don't say
So forgive my language
It's not going to be nice
**** or get off the ***
*you may be in someone else's way