Still thinking, pining, tingling.
I wasn't too drunk to know,
You should be here in my bed.
Mutual admiration and chemistry is undeniable.
We can keep going on as buddies, not bedfellows.
Passionate as we are, lets be bold and tender.
The tension is terrific and this old bridge is solid.
Your loyalty and strange disgust is commendable.
Time heals heartache, love endures and lust goes on.
Is it the forbidden factor that makes it so delicious?
Or is it superficial regulations other people strain?
I know its more than that by the way you look at me.
The barrier has deteriorated yet still hobbling your head.
Its more than salacity that keeps me dreaming about you.
I want you in my bed!
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