Built To Break

"Built to break," I said to her. An mine was built to wake on her. I mean How could I not feel a surge of lust this rush I crave for her. My mind is wowed, my brain is focused on breaths she takes and how I'm hopeless. No fight, I have to shake those moments. When I'm away, my thoughts stay roamin. Come back mind, do you mind? Stop revisiting all of those times. Focus now on the task at hand. Work you must do! So I can work her again.... Damn.. my mind goes back, but how could it not? Those open-mouthed breaths, that long hair in knots. The "Daddy, please" the smirk you give, the arch in your back as you yoga or sit. Infatuated.... Understatement. My crave can be fixed by the drug I've taken. It's you in ways there's no replacing. The different ways the room was shakin. The different views that I've partaken. My muse my love my vacation.