| Lame Romance Fluttering down from my fingers to your throat, I want to put all of my feeling into you. Can you taste the strength coursing through me? Groaning, then panting, I want you to know what I feel for you. I see my toes twisting within their cotton socks, wanting to break free and come to you-- do you know it? (Quick, it's coming, they're coming, they are here.) I see them want to come at you, come and attack you. (Surprise!) I feel my fingers want to strangle your weak throat. (Grip, squeeze.) I taste my stomach in my mouth when I think of you. Ah, the stuff of romance, you say, still holding your flowers at my inner door, never getting through. |
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