stop looking at me with those eyes that say you want more
because i don't need convincing.
i would like to be informed
told very sternly
to stop throwing myself at your head
a giddy sort of two-step
and a rush of who knows what, chemicals and such
a spinning circus of endorphins on overdrive

like trailing a line of kisses
right down the middle.
see? this is what I mean.
dovetailing into
you and your 'pretty good'.
get out of my head,
you thief of dreams and coherency.

and your gaze is the only by which I swear to be ensnared by willingly.