Is It Wrong?

Is It Wrong?
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Is it wrong that I think of you 
In a way no sane person should? 
Is it wrong that it's difficult for me 
To look directly at you?
Is it wrong that when I catch your molten black stare
I burst into flames?
Is it wrong that when your frame towers above mine 
My blood boils?
Is it wrong that whenever you walk by
 I savor the scent you've left behind?
Is it wrong that I want to push you into a dark room 
And have my wicked way with you?
Is it wrong that you star in my dreams 
Nearly every night?
Is it wrong that when you focus, so dark and brooding
 You become infinitely more attractive?
Is it wrong that I
 Cannot form a coherent sentence around you?
Is it wrong that when you play your instrument
My soul sings along?
Is it wrong that your personality
Turns me on nearly as much as your body?
Is it wrong that whenever you brush against me
My skin tingles where we touched?
Is it wrong that whenever you touch your hair
I want to replace your fingers with my own, bury them to the roots an tug until you moan?
Is it wrong that whenever I see your back
I want to rake my possession along its length?
Is it wrong that whenever you bend over
I itch to tap your backside?
Is it wrong that whenever you drum your long, graceful fingers
I can't help but imagine them doing naughty things?
Is it wrong that whenever I see your face
I want to spend hours just looking at it?
Is it wrong that I want to explore 
Every last inch of your body with my lips, teeth, tongue?
Is it wrong that my life revolves around you
Yet you barely know my name?