because my legs carry me to you automatically. Absolutely no control.
you (me) to go up, my eyes fixed to the ground. My mind fights, screams, "NO."
The logic is opposed to. The blood craves. Goose bumps, they (I) are quite close. Your legs are rooted to.
you see me - through me.
Only an inch separates them (me) of you. Just one more inch.
But you turn around. A half turn, just a centimeter. She stands before you. You (me) behind you.
Majestic back, seen for too long.
your chest is, after I eat me.
you laugh, I can not see it. Because you're laughing at her. Again and again. Every hour, only your back.
Every minute, then vanishing scent.
Turn to me, set your eyes on me, turn her back to.
you want me yet - you just do not know it. Soon, it will be clear to you. Soon, we will exchange roles. Or not.
you (me) you would never turn their backs.
because they (I) need your presence. Inch by inch.
I curse them (me).
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