Under My Touch...the Volcano

There are no worries...

Welcoming him into my fantasy's haze

Smoke and mirrors are not needed

I've dreamt of him in bygone days

The pre-engaged signs I've heeded

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Maybe if we could crash and unite

We both could go our own way

But I have addictions to him at night

And I'm drawn to him during the day

Author's Note

Does it sound unfinished? It kind of does to me. Idk.