one more thing
joy I could bring
my lust is never-ending
my plan is just beginning
crazy as it seems
it'll burst at it's seams
mingling, tingling,
shakes, stutters
nervous laughs
undressing this moment, caressing each statement
Laugh at me, with me, for me, to me--as long as you're laughing, I'm fine.
Slow down you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you're so smart tell me why
You are still so afraid?
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