seeing you there
smooth skin, long neck
reminds me I still care
about all the pretty things
i'd forgotten were there

and so, tiny flower,
with the biggest heart,
if looks could kiss
our lips would never part

The forces of attraction
can only be explained in
this chemical disarray of
hormonal derangement.

Attracted to intellect,
turned on by clever words;
it's only natural, every now and then,
*attraction tends to burn.