When every day you're by my side,
The sparks that flew begin to hide.
The thrill we had, now slips away—
Too much of you makes love decay.

We need the hunger, need the space,
To keep alive that deep embrace.
Too much of you, I start to yawn—
Desire fades when hunger’s gone.

 

At first, the chase, the sweet unknown,
Was fertile ground where love has grown.
But living close, with none to miss,
Makes every touch devoid of bliss.

 

I once would court, would seek, would try,
But now I scroll while walking by.
You gave your heart, then gave me more,
'Til nothing stirred me like before.

 

To want, to crave, to ache, to burn—

That’s how the tides of passion turn.

It's not the having, but the wait,

That keeps our hearts in longing's state.

 We need the hunger, need the space,
To keep alive that deep embrace.
Too much of you, I start to yawn—
Desire fades when hunger’s gone.

 

"Just enough to keep him wanting more"—
The courtesan’s wise, whispered lore.
Desire fades fast when it’s presumed,
A love too certain self consumes.

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The world agrees: let lovers roam,
Then let them miss their touch, their home.
A bed apart, some days alone,
Can quicken hearts and make us moan.