Cracking knuckles, pacing halls
Knowing this could crash it all
Picture perfect vogue romance
Interrupted by the smile of a chance
A new prospective and a road not taken
Now aroused, the senses awaken
So engaging, his eyes
The charm of a secret behind his smile
And when those fingers of his breathe music
The weakness in your knees is lucid
Oh, here he comes, then there he goes
My forbidden midnight Romeo
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