Is my temptation too consensual?
And are your moves all that intentional?
You know your image is in perpetual
In my eyes, you are sensational
Are my words but too conceptual?
Is my love but too intellectual?
Am I somehow ineffectual?
In my mind you are inescapable.
Is my ardour just damn sexual?
Are you a hole I try so hard to fill?
Or am I doomed to the eventual
Feeling that feels so damn sensual