You Torment Me Your laugh. Your smile. The imperfections in your teeth. You torment me. Your soft, course hair. Your five o'clock shadow. The way the hair waves on your legs. You torment me. Your piercing eyes. Your fluttering eyelashes. The wrinkles of your crows feet. You torment me. Your soothing voice. Your caring tones. The way you say "hello." You torment me. Your eye for style. Your knack for fashion. The way you cover your nakedness. You torment me. Your presence. Your distance. The way you create unyielding desire. You torment me. Your supple lips. Your velvet smoothness. The way you turn your head when I go to kiss. You torment me. Your velvet smoothness. Your masculine roughness. The way you position your manhood. You torment me. I hate you for it. But I wouldn't do a thing to change it.