The feeling I get
The softness of his touch makes me feel like oh my
His swag is smooth as the sea
When he speaks, I get lost in his words
His intelligence is unexplainable
I look into his eyes and success is all I see
His smell is like a bad habit, I'm addicted
When our hands connect, I get this feeling
He gives me a feeling that I can't shake off
It's us against the world
We were meant to be
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