He makes me dream.
He runs in my mind.
He races my heart.
He excites my senses.
He seduces my hormones.
He lets me be me.
He lets me speak my mind.
He undresses me.
My spirit, soul and body.
He gives me hope, but he won't be around.
He says he loves me, but it is not without reason.
He makes me feel special,
Because I need validation to feel so.
He makes me feel beloved.
I enjoy that attention because I lack maturity.
He gives me much importance.
I enjoy how it feeds my pride.
He has a consuming effect on me,
Because he is not 'the one' but the other guy.
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