Cheek and smile, god you are a portrait, why must I wait.
It's a shame having so much admiration, just to know it'll slide away quickly one day.
The good and bad in lusting mad, feelings overboard.
As you walk down the parade the city doesn't count.
But I count your steps.
Only being amazed makes me feel this way.
Would it be the right time to ask if i could take a bath in you.
Put you around me and bask in you.
Happy supplies in the cupboard, juice to conjure delusions.
You a mirage, a strange illusion.
Comforting sounds calm a brow and it's stressful movement.
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