He drives her mad, but in the best way.
He pushes her to be better
than she was yesterday.

You could say he's a magic man.
To cross her path, already written in the plan.

She imagines him saying her name.
He could say anything,
the turn on factor is all the same.

She wanders lost in the place of so many questions.
She'd ask him some,
but his answers only lead to more guessing.

She still remains heavily guarded,
Still defenses she'll harbor.

She can't decide if she'd want to jump in,
or if she'll play like
she doesn't remember how to swim.