How can chaos rest its entropy in such stateliness and ord?
Though it all goes gray when you're away- it reignites at the thought of your touch
At first I feared this fantasy was nothing more than heartbreak's crutch
But the sexual excitement is itself a lethal sword,
You enter my life in such a physical way- how can it be that I love you so much?
As I teeter back and forth again, each motion softens the strength of my clutch,
My body longs to linger next to you, moves about on its sultry accord,
Though it all goes gray when you're away- it reignites at the thought of your touch,
Always blending all the boundaries; here I quell my urges to mar and to smutch,
Because you're beautiful in spite of me something so worthy of being loved and adored
You enter my life in such a physical way- how can it be that I love you so much?
The indistinguishable architecture- are the remnants here Roman or Dutch?
It fascinates me either way- that prowess inside you have stored
Though it all goes gray when you're away- it reignites at the thought of your touch
Lacking the usual embittering agents- where are the oxidizers and kutch?
How can a man of such deep piety lead me to thoughts so untoward?
You enter my life in such a physical way- how can it be that I love you so much?
Though it all goes gray when you're away- it reignites at the thought of your touch