Beyond The Needle

Bitten

I can't breathe, what the damn just happened, Jesus hell,

You're just lying there, reading, taking no notice of my how my heart just swelled,

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You don't know, and neither did I,

But I just realized I love you, fuck that can't happen, it's not me - I'm not that guy.

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Yet there you are, your long legs crossed, naked skin against my sheets,

And I just know that whatever happens from here on out, your love is all my heart really needs.

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I stare at you from my living room, you still haven't seen me looking,

Then again, you're busy reading Harold McGee's book 'On food and Cooking,'

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My eyes swirl to your hips, admire your black little thong,

The one I once asked you if you even had on,

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I now see that you're wearing a green T-shirt of mine, one with a London Eye print,

I then wish Saint Patty's day would come around so you'd keep wearing it, while I go fetch the mint,

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I finally look at your lips, the lips I claimed last night,

But as my heart keeps swelling, I begin to wonder if that's completely right,

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Your eyes look up and you finally look at me,

And suddenly the whole world disappears, and your smile is all I see.

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You close the book and wiggle your index finger,

Asking me to come on closer, and of course, you know me, I don't hesitate or linger.

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I saunter up to you, a grin on my own lips,

As you place your hands behind your head and sassily question me; what the hell is happening just below my hips?

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I smirk at you, and then I know I can't keep it hidden;

'I love you, darling, I'm so whipped for you - I'm marked, I'm bitten.'