Confused
Torn between right and wrong
Feeling excited
Not knowing what to do
Hot and cold
Inquisitive about this thing
This thing clawing at your heart
Burning and yearning
Wanting more
But not knowing why
I see it
I feel it in your words
The things you ask
The way you want to know
And I hear it in your silence
Love is a mystery
I am its mistress
I know the signs
I sense the intensity
The total control
of the uncontrollable
The strength it must take
I know
I understand
I have the same hunger
the yearning excruciating
This forbidden fruit
Bittersweet its taste
Deliciously mischievieous
its intent...
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