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It's nights like these that I get to wonder

If he'll ever make it into my heart fully

And each time I hear my soul thunder

I keep thinking is this what's right for me truly?

I long for his bold and dangerous touch

Softly caressing my forearm's fuzz

Then even thinking about him gets to be much

And what I thought I once felt, never was

So I close my eyes and search for a remedy

Something to calm this inner fire

'Cause when an individual can impose such feelings of extremity

I get back to questioning what it was I desired