Hurricane you (II)

Let me sit
On the front seat
Right next to you.
Not to hold your hands, no
Rather,
To not see your face
So I won't fall again
In the deep dark infinite
Whirlpool of you.
Alluring, addictive, adorable.

Man,
What else
Is there
To say?

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