How can I tell her, that she has me so into her? How I want so much, to kiss her lips, let my hands wander from her Heaven to her Earth? How can I tell her, she is all I think about? Picturing her as a need to my existence, not as a want? Cause it's obvious she has my pen, an endless amount of material, that paints her from beginning to end. How can I tell her? How can I utter the words, without feeling like I'm losing, the mystery and flirtations I want so much to show? Feeling divided by guarding my heart, to letting my feelings out? Fearful I'd lose a friend, a dilemma I play with daily. So how can I tell her?
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