A Few Degrees of You and Me

I was never really
able to handle the pressure
of a smoldering gaze
or a brush against my lace.

I distance myself
because I know what's
going on with us and
it's not very pretty.

I'm fascinated with your voice
I will gladly taste your sin
and fully regret the
sound of your name.

Endless looks and half smirks
with messy hair and sweet fantasy
will forever tempt and
torture me.