Don'T Love Me Too Much
Don’t Love Me Too Much.
Don’t love me too much.
It is a smothering pillow, please
I can barely breathe.
You won’t let up
with your passionate touches,
your obsessed adulations on reverent knees,
your addled worship of every step I take
in your adoring presence; I must escape
your never-ending pining
for my next breath upon your nape;
Kindly keep your distance and do not touch,
for you are loving me too much!
Don’t love me too much.
It is a paralyzing chain;
I cannot move here or there.
You will not refrain,
with your intense devotions,
your never-ending fawnings and motions,
with pipe, slippers and loveful extollings.
You refuse to, at last, pause
with your obvious obsequiousness, sitting there,
with manicured fingers swirling through my hair.
Kindly keep your distance and do not touch,
for you are loving me too much.
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