The figure
A beautiful silhouette
Bonded by eyes
Lamented in cement

I leave for the day
Her hair follows me
It feels eerie ,
I just want her near me

The stimulant clears My mind
Her body onto mine
Waiting for her to reach out
Trying to see
What its all about

Now I’m lost
The way she looks at me
I feel like a ghost
She summons when she is alone
New but old lovers, beautiful slumber

And she finally confessed
That my touch is the best
But honey you and I
Are out for blood
And only one of us
Will make it out
But either way
I can’t seem to leave her alone
And We resist emotions