as quick as the cling reaches for self... hands hurry to feel another to be felt... as soon as interests break eye contact... arms hold a new attraction unable to go without luv as emotions dash... truths fall as lies focus as they seek to dive beneath the texture as vibes are consumed... over running the minds will to find a friend comfortably amused... pure passion without a train of thought to give reason to why compatibility is a must...jus bcuz the crave is too much to wait long enough to allow such pressure on trust... hushed is the tone telling self we dodge one wild ride as destruction is up for grabs... as fast as days turn into weeks they need desperation to shut the fuck up... drifting along as someone is willing to give them what they expect out the gates of crushed... unhappy to be who they are without the dream of forever more... not knowing a whore is not a bad thing if it were with the one they enjoy on a mental soar... free from the force of habit to repeat the same ol shit giving turns to who's up next... as the list of candidates is endless to watch be called names by others waitin there moment to open up n sink them into their chests... at best being shallow enough to entertain real life with judgement's claim... it's whoever catches the eye as the train chirps with birds once the initial feel wares as a gain... as the replacement doesn't even see what is coming for the pain losing control... dead end females create the struggle to know who is truly in power of the understanding put on hold... giving pussy away one at a time as some are better than others as it drawls out the fantasies coming to life... tricking the well being of pleasure into wanting to devour a stranger n pretend it isn't lusts trying to hide... jus as tempting as lips can speak dirty thoughts the misfortune will come around n show its face... coming on strong is the objective of fingertips to manipulate physical likes with distasteful fetishes calling names... the freaks enjoy the ups n downs as playtime makes up for the lack of worth that has no edges... trimming the bush for skin to capture what is to weak to value a friendship meant to last away from ledges... the want an other to luv them unconditionally as use is never a choice... as long as they hear those three lil words lwaping from lips to voluntarily choose to make noise... bcuz men are getting laid they are willing to give time to be sucked into the thrills of hormones crawling topside of the sexual sitting arrangements willing fill the void... peeped by individuals who refuse to be labeled a man... hurting is the satisfaction of a fresh breathe that lingers as free as features believing they're the one to say holding hands...
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