Written in the grips of teen-age love. Have at it.

Cooperation

Last night I glanced, though our eyes did barely meet.

Last night I left in what I hate to call defeat.

Last night, we didn't talk, we just spoke

But this morning when I awoke-

I was wishing you here, wanting you near.

Hoping to hear your heart beat in my ear.

You see I'm struck with Cupid's infection, which has caused this erotic obsession.

I've an aphrodisiac possession and there's a need for confession.

But if I told you, what would you do?

There's this nagging fear, while I'm wishing you here, are you wanting me near?

Don't let these words fall on a deaf ear.

This was supposed to be for me, this was supposed to be... word's cure, making me lust free.

But this hasty syncopation has only fueled my infatuation.

Do you see my sorry situation?

More importantly, are you down with cooperation?

If I only knew, are you feeling this too?

I'd fall softly into... us.