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The Obsession Discretion
One lock of hair
Maybe two to be certain
With your sleep now disturbed
I dash straight for your curtains
Your body shifts over
Leaving plenty of room
For our very first sleepover
Bride and future groom
I nestle right in
Run my nails down your back
Press my head against yours
Lick the sweat from your neck
I can't restrain myself
Neither can any judge's order
I do this for love
Not some mental disorder
One day you'll see
This is no mere obsession
I'll never let you go
You're my most prized possession
