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What am I doing, this guy over here?

What am I doing, this guy over here?
Looking at me, he’s mine. 
What am I doing? Am I in a daze?
My eyes are open, but I'm in such a dream state
I can feel the energy. It's resonating within. 
This guy over here pulls out my untapped creativity. 
What am I doing? Is this wrong?
It's been so long since I saw a presence so intense. 
Wide eye, I can't deny. The little girl in me becomes giddy inside. 
I am mesmerized by the delusions in my mind's eye. 
Let me stop before it becomes another night. I can't sleep tonight.
Fascinated and reaching for more. 
I contemplated but hesitated; besides, these feelings were unrequited. 
Oh, I get it; let me still sit in it. 
Off alone, off to my own. 
Wondering why would such a person evoke temptations that were also wrong.
The fated that were never meant to be. 
But still a part of me feel an intense longing. 
Taking breath and patience with grace. 
I'm come to far to play such a foolish game. 
But here we go another dream, behind the scene. 
Feeling me, kissing me, got me all blushing. Warm inside even the stars twinkle with much pride.
My ride or die till eternity we have secretly keep. 
The flesh knows no story but our souls know no other. 
Vigorously I meditate in peace. Vigorously my exercise has become my peace. My saving grace to stop temptations, I can't, and I won't fall into foolish egoic temptations. 
I'll rather stay clear, pure and true. 
I'll focus on my path and steer clear of that type of new.

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