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He seems to be my new desire
dressed in all of me
I feel captived despite I'm free
burned in cold fire
He's a master of my feelings..
He's a flower that grows in strange garden
I can't have him, but I must
when he touches me, I feel lust
can't make my feelings harden
I'm a slave of his pheromones..
He wakes up the passion in me
can't control my weaker self
wanna have him for myself
he left his secret inside of me
So maniacally unattainable & sweet..
Can't get enough of his stare
makes me feel defenceles & bare
the complicated
the One, my fated
The only one, that makes me sad..
