TORTURE

Torture!

I had a staggering urge today.
My sense of touch is like a siren.
One more day of dying, and it's...

Torture!
Not to touch her.

From toes to finger tips,
I can't survive the sight of lips.
One more day of trying!

Crested waves on summer days are crashing in her curls.
Nectar-scented laughter from a mouth that's made of pearls.
Exuberance is beauty, but sometimes beauty can kill,
Like now...

Torture!
Not to touch her.

Torture!
It hurts all over!

--oh my god

Listen to a clip of the song here!

For you know who!