Sprung

I find myself in a haze trying to distinguish fantasy from reality
here I am
I am trying to learn to speak now or forever hold my body
because I'm afraid that in a few seconds
my vocabulary will be limited to softly uttered
sounds and syllables
my feelings will betray me and allow my heart to be
trapped somewhere beneath the midnight sky
I stare into called your eyes
this was just supposed to be a physical thing
the tips of my fingers graze the satin surface of your skin
air so thick with magenta temptation
that I can't hardly remember why I came here
even more how I am supposed to feel about you
instead I am left wondering why you are making me feel this way
it's funny because my girl says that you're like poison
I've got to be dying the sweetest death ever
leaving me with late night indigo tinted dreams of silent stares
heavy glances and sensual interplay
I'll be waking up off the late night
trying to stop replaying the moments
guess I am just addicted