The weight of your stare

I'm afraid of the weight of your stare. 

The ache I can't bare has me melting...

In my seat. When will you come over and talk to me...The weight of your stare has got me... completely thinking. I will lose control for you. And feel your lips all over me. I can be buried in your arms. Just take me and own me. Posses me. Wear me. 

I can't be what you want. I'm in the fashion of where I belong. And you can whisper to me. You knew me all along. You were waiting for me to sing my sinners anthem. And where I've gone wrong is where I had a bite of the apple. The serpent spoke to me. And instead of prayer I stroked the serpent's ego. But you know me tho.

I'm not your bro or cub or bear. You can't find me in a cupboard. Or for one night fare. You can be the forbidden fruit that glistens and listens and glitters. To me there is no other Mister. I will seek professional help. I will go to church.

And back to hell. I will go in expensive shoes. I will wear my neatly sewn hand me down clothes. I will be in pursuit of you.

For you set my soul on fire with desire.

With the weight of your stare. I can not repeat this mistake.