The heart is tired of the tours goin to war...
I need not say no more...
The march is no match to the attachment...
True emotion is the closest thing known to magic...
Knees get dirty n the freak comes out to play...
Let's go deep only when it's safe to relate...
Passionate luv at its highest peek feelin words spooned n spoken too...
Without the connection I jus like the way u move...
Bodies tend to click n get the need as there's nothing wrong with it...
Keep it real n let's get it on with distasteful lips...
Grown to keep jus one person only a text away...
Different versions in the mind come together jus the same...
Talk through a whisper n check ya tone...
Friends don't hold short tempered tongues...
Taste the feel of the way my name plays with the notion of us...
N then once u like me maybe then we can talk about luv...
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