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Author's Notes: For Rachel, though I have a funny feeling that these words will become relevant again in the near future.
I can't help but be attracted to you
Trust me I tried but
A few words from you can leave me
Empty, desperate, and wanting
Wanting things I know I can't have
My mind still feeds me images of you
In the tub, in my bed, in my hands
Sorry if I let the sexual words slip
I'm not trying to seduce you
You are out of my league
I am such a masochist
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