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I am sick with thisHis scent swims around meLike a perfume too heavy for summerMe lost thingIntoxicatedCurled within himDrowning over and overCharmed disarmedHe comes when least expectedSits too closeLingers too longStares too deeplyAnd claims me with something I cannot nameLightheaded and cleanThis is a giftBiting tongue until bloodI am sick with himTalk goes no deeper than tonightWords are tickets to spend timeSkin is talking to skinLoudLetras de cancionesI know not to go too deepBut when his hands stopTremble, temptationI thrill backOpen upCrawl wallsThis woman is no man'sThis man is no one'sThis one is mineIn a full room, alone on a couchHe is thronedDoesn't moveKnows I will comeSmittenIt vibratesMakes drinks trembleFood wastes timeCigarettes are for curling smokeAnd drawing me inThis is bloody businessGuilt makes for poor postcardsSo he comes in for a whileWhat do we know of this?Doesn't know if he'll be allowed to stayBut he looks a while too longAnd stirs the close airDragging me to the bottom of the lakeCouches are for excusesAnd temptationCrushed in too deep to breatheSwoon again skin you do not knowWith hands that know too muchOf what you must never sayFlesh to curl to grindTo feign sleep to balance wishesOn tongues and wait for the timeNowCozy he calls meSays I smell like sweet creamClosed eyes bring on a luscious filmOf time and silenceHe tastes like starsHe feels like thunderRegret makes you bitterHe saysCome in and swimWe disappear into a duskWe'll never ownAnd never quite shakeA luscious sliceOf waterLack of sleep makes me driftLake of sleep makes me wonderHe will existHe will evaporateI am sick with him, goneIn regret dreams he is low and sweetDark like a drift stormHolding me down under the wavesTelling me not to talkNot to moveThis will only take an hourOr two From Letras Mania