Skinjob Love

We would meet
Week after week

Wading in
Then retreat

Fear creeps
Beneath the feelies

Pulses beat
So arbitrary

The looks, cuddles
And compliments
Are not clues
Just elusive moments
Destined to lose

Empathic senses
Pointless signals
Deceive my game

Passive affections addictive
Nothing to sustain

Oh my champion don’t flake
Float back and stay

Heads touch again
Muster courage babe
The taste of dreams rage

(Choruses repeat)

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