Sorely Infatuated

I've put the clock face down.
I don't want to know what time it is because I think of you at all hours.
I can't no longr mess wih you.
Just the thought of you makes me twist my covers.
Makes me trade my loyalty, my royalty.
Makes me not want to think.
Makes my body stink with your skin and juices.
I know it's always 2 hours after.
You always leave before sunrise.
May I have a sunrise with you please?
Must I get down on my knees?
If I must, then you can go.
We already know you will leave tomorrow,
before the sun has met the sky.
Way before the dew has dried.
If you leave early, I only ask for my dignity back.
Keep the feeling, the ecstacy, the whole experience.
Do you really feel this is a fair exchange?
Your lips were as wet as mine.
They slip and slide over mine.
So warm so soft.
You close your eyes and squeeze me tight.
You're so fine, so right.
Like fresh chocolate from the factory.
Melting on top of me.
Smooth and dark,
Sweet with each kiss.
It's been so long since I've experienced this.
I've only called you over because I miss you.
I don't believe you have the capacity to match my love.
I'm sorely infatuted.
I need to be emacipated.
When with you, I am sedated from the mistakes I've made.
From the pain I've caused.
I'd like to make up for the loves I've lost.
So give me the love that was meant to be.
I don't want to miss the feeling you give me.
I love being around you.
Talking with you.
Looking in your eyes and rinning my fingers through your hair.
The way your body heats up next to mine.
But if you absolutely must leave, stay there.
It's obvious that I'm just sorely infatuated.