you

I feel you trembling held in my arms,
While I try to dissect what it is:
Lust, passion, or your stultifying charms?
You're singing the songs I could've already sung,
That gently torture me:
Your teeth, lips, or dizzying tongue?
This is all such sweet madness
because I really need it all:
the confusion, the love, and the sadness.

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