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Every time my mind looks at you twice,
I get overtaken by the steel pulse that rides
The deep gulps and lock of your eyes
Keeps me gasping for you, so magnetized
My crooked goofy smile becomes glued
In place, stunned by your face and the space
Between me and you. Seeing me true
Even our conversational space moves me
Fire burning like the first dawn, turning me on
In every bluesy call, rainfall and magic word I hear your birdsong
Sapiosexual means Nerd Love just continues to spawn
I heard subtext and befuddled messages above the rest
So when I hold your palm to my chest while filling your velvet glove
What you felt so far past sex buzzes
Pops and sizzles red, and like Huey Lewis said
“Turns a hawk, to a little white dove”
Doesn't stop with tantric device. I hadn't planned on returning night after night
Ripping dynamite and spice
But you hold me in the grip of Divine vice
Every time my mind looks at you twice
I get overtaken by the steel pulse that rides
The deep gulps and lock of your eyes
Keeps me gasping for you, so magnetized
My crooked goofy smile becomes glued
In place, stunned by your face and the space
Between me and you. Seeing me true
Even our conversational space moves me
Fire burning like the first dawn, turning me on
In every bluesy call, rainfall and magic word I hear your birdsong
Sapiosexual means Nerd Love just continues to spawn
I heard subtext and befuddled messages above the rest
So when I hold your palm to my chest while filling your velvet glove
What you felt so far past sex buzzes
Pops and sizzles red, and like Huey Lewis said
“Turns a hawk, to a little white dove”
Doesn't stop with tantric device. I hadn't planned on returning night after night
Ripping dynamite and spice
But you hold me in the grip of Divine vice
Every time my mind looks at you twice
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