Just when I've thought this out,
and concluded that these feelings
I have for you make no sense
and have resolved to turn them off,
I find my desire for you
ruling against my determination.
And then my whole body aches
for you again,
yearning for a touch I've never had,
a wine I've never tasted.
Then, I'm unsteady on my feet,
finding the common joys of life
dull and unsatisfactory.
And so, for good or for bad,
I've decided to stop
shouting accusations at myself
and simply accept that
you turn me on!