Laying in my bed with the ceiling fan's air blowing lightly asking myself.....why?
Why when I close my eyes, I see your face
Why when I think of you, this strange vibration overtakes me
Why do I want you
Why do I feel I need you
Why do I need the soft tone of your voice in my ear
All this WHY on my mind
Why do I want to kiss you
Why do I want to caress you
Why do I want to part you and taste you
Why do I--Why do I want to make love to you
All this WHY in head
As I lay pondering in this bed
And the last WHY is something confusing for me as it is for you
The final WHY....
Why? Why? Why do I love you
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