I don’t know if “disarming” is a good enough word for this

Like, my brain melted
Like, my heart went with it
Like, somehow the runoff migrated far down south
Like, holy ******* **** you’ve got to be kidding me


I don’t know if “crush” is a strong enough word for this

Like, my brain’s a mess
Like, my heart along with it
Like, somehow the chaos feels less overwhelming
Like, holy ******* ****, it can be this good?


I don't know if “lust” is a right enough word for this

Like, my brain’s on fire
Like, my heart’s in my pants
Like, when did touch become such a temptation
Like, holy ******* ****, can you kiss me already?