The inoxerable truth is that I can't say no
I don't know why I can't let you go
Your warm hands brush from my shoulders to my loins
I like you from my purple head to the tips of my toes
I'm caught in rapturous moment of your lies
Captivated by your cinnamon lambent eyes
Hot flashes, gushes, cheek blushes
Hang me for my daftness
I should stop here, but I still want you near
Here I am, so close I can smell you no fear
My zesty Murphy, I admire you so much
Your voice is like therapy