You've met him before, that guy
He knows just what to say
When to say it and just how to say it
Stringing words beautifully
They caress you, touch you deep
You fight to keep your lady
Preserve your pristine
His words sinful, but licorice
Begging you to indulge
Yeah, you've met him
Every sentence stripping you
Closer to bare, every word off his tongue
Snatches breath from your lungs
Every poised breath, deliberate speech
Breaking you down, making you weak
Your lips say no, barely
Body screams yes, loudly
Yeah, you've met him
Occasionally you wish you had not
Damn it, his words
Sound so sweet to your ears
Feel gentle to your skin
Every now and then you want to let him in
Let thoughts become things
A careless fling
Yeah, you've met him before, that guy
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