Lust.
I
love your eyes
and I love your silken thighs
and I love the way you always make me feel so high
and I love the pain that starts the moment
you say goodbye
I love your lips
and I love the way time slips
and I love the way that Sunday mornings last all day
and I love the pain that starts the moment
you go away
I love your will
and I love the way words spill
and I love the way you grit your teeth when you curse my name
and I love the way when you come back
it's still the same
I
love the aftermath
and I love the garden path
I love the head full of stars
and the emotional scars
and I love the way you always make me
beg you to stay
I
love your mind
and I love those stairs that climb
and I love the way your ankles lead me to my room
and I love the pain that starts the moment
your leaving looms
I love your hair
and I love the way friends stare
and I love the way you leave a scandal in their ear
and I love the pain that starts the moment
you disappear
I
love the aftermath
and I love the garden path
I love the head full of stars
and the emotional scars
and I love the way you always make me
beg you to stay
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