I'm undressing you with my eyes,
a little more each time.
When you speak,
I get weak.
Piercing eyes straight through me ...
I find my smile surfacing.

I am addicted to the way you take the pain
and bury it ...
Just with the movements of your lips.
I am addicted.

You stand with such a confidence,
you sit with such a calm.
Is it right,
or is it wrong ...
How we float in the middle every time?

Insecurities float through the air,
but when the walls break ...
I won't be scared.

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