Object of Lust
His eyes are like liquid gold,
seeing right into your soul.
Though he always seems so cold,
without him you don't feel whole.
He haunts your dreams at night,
then you wake and think he's there.
Something about him just isn't right,
you think you're crazy but you don't care.
His skin is as cold as ice,
but his scent is intoxicating to you.
He has saved you more than twice,
you know in your heart what you must do.
For others these feelings you have are wrong,
in your heart is the feeling you trust.
It's something you've known all along,
he is not just an object of lust.
seeing right into your soul.
Though he always seems so cold,
without him you don't feel whole.
He haunts your dreams at night,
then you wake and think he's there.
Something about him just isn't right,
you think you're crazy but you don't care.
His skin is as cold as ice,
but his scent is intoxicating to you.
He has saved you more than twice,
you know in your heart what you must do.
For others these feelings you have are wrong,
in your heart is the feeling you trust.
It's something you've known all along,
he is not just an object of lust.
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