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I measure how your breathing slows,
Graph the heat beneath your clothes.
Every glance, a calculated sin,
Desire drawn in perfect lines of skin.
Equations fade when eyes connect,
No formula can resurrect.
It’s my lust theory—
A study in touch and chemistry.
You’re the proof I’ll never find,
The formula that breaks my mind.
Every heartbeat’s a quiet test,
Every sigh an unsolved guess.
My lust theory—
You’re my beautiful anomaly.
I trace the curve where logic ends,
Where reason bends and bodies blend.
You speak in data, I reply in tone,
The science of desire unknown.
Control dissolves in velvet heat,
Where thought and fever meet.
It’s my lust theory—
A study in touch and chemistry.
You’re the proof I’ll never find,
The formula that breaks my mind.
Every heartbeat’s a quiet test,
Every sigh an unsolved guess.
My lust theory—
You’re my beautiful anomaly.
All the numbers blur in light,
Every theorem fails tonight.
What’s rational when skin ignites?
I lose my truth inside your eyes.
No hypothesis can hold this fire,
No science measures our desire.
If this is wrong, I’ll redefine,
The laws of love, the shape of time.
Lust theory—rewrite the code,
Let the mind and body explode.
You’re the proof I can’t erase,
The constant I can’t replace.
Every touch rewires me,
You’re my lust theory—
Unsolved, divine, my mystery.
In the silence, reason fades,
Passion is the cure it made.
You’re the question I can’t free,
The endless math of you and me.