....I want to know that you're crazy about me.
I want to feel it.
I want to taste it on every single bud.
I want to see it when I close my eyes, hear it through all the noise in my mind, breathe it as I drown.
I want to remember it without reminders, and forget it only without consciousness.
....I want to know that you're crazy about me.
I want your mind to race, and your heart to sprint.
I want your flesh to tell me what words can't tell, and your soul to give me what flesh can't give.
I want our skin and our spirits to intertwine.
....I want to know that you're crazy about me.
I want to know that you're crazy. Crazy enough to love someone as crazy as me.
I want to intoxicate myself with the your intimacy.
I want to suffocate myself with the fumes of your fiery passion.
I want to sedate myself with all the syringes of your affection.
I'm crazy about you. So is it really so crazy that....
