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Map of me

Where'd you find the blueprint of how to love my body?
We must be made of the same substance, for you to know just where to go and what to do.

How did you learn to tap into the furthest recesses of my mind?
Your eyes have burrowed through me, hitting molten core. Have you been here before?

Who taught you how to read me? Am I an open book, or do you just know where to look?
Sometimes I swear you know me better than I do, you're the reflection of all I need to know.

When did you cross the thinnest line that took you into my soul?
I welcomed your invasion and now my privacy is your claimed territory.

Why do you hold the map to this heart you can't possess?
But maybe that's the answer. Freedom leads to never-ending bliss.

Your interest and curiosity take nothing for granted.
You have searched me and not found me wanting.

You navigate the space between us like it's a dance, an art.
You've captivated me - no matter where I go, and what I do.
It's always you. I'm constantly coming back to you.

It hurts to tear myself away. With every backward glance, I want to stay.
There's always something pulling me towards you.
I stand frozen, unable to move. With every look, I'm sinking into you.

Don't be anxious. Don't second guess. Don't worry please.
Trust me when I tell you this is simply the best.

When we're together, I lose all sense of time.
Stuck in every moment, oblivious to my surroundings.
So hard to breathe, when you remind me
With every whisper, every smile, every kiss
When you were fashioned, you were mine.

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