You study me up and down with dangerous intent
Lost in your eyes, I'd forgotten about the time
Averting from your gaze, I retreat back to vent
Complete control over me you begin to pantomime
Ensnared in the fluidity of your sharp features
Torn in two by the maw of your beauty
Like a middle-school dream of kissing you under the bleachers
But you and your lips are far more than snooty
Stopping my ill-fated attempts at lust
With a bold hand to push away from my clutch
Leaving my rock-hard skull concussed
Who'd have thought one could fall in love at the textile of a touch
Today I'll ask my final question to you
Will I ever get the chance to reexperience your ecstacy?
Will the passion I learned ever rensue?
Or will you snuff out our flame with your ice-cold weaponry?