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Why I'm Never Horny
You don't immediately recognize it
The moment your heart drops
I've been thinking about you all day
No, I don't think I ever stopped
Longing, lingering, needing
How long can you ride out the storm
The most blissful restlessness ever
Pacing the floor til the carpet is worn
Then finally, finally
The cards fall into place
Your dreams of day, the hell of nights
Written all over your face
The taste of your lips like water
To the desert of my desires
Your eyes on my body like rain
Shower me with your fire
Hands on your heartbeat
Pounding, palpable, pleasing
I feel the heavens opening
I feel the tensions easing
The relief of anticipation
Brings the slow climb up hill
Butterflies, signed, sealed and delivered
How good can you make me feel
Brace yourself, take hold of me
I trust your pressure, build, release
Searched high and low for magic
In your arms here is a piece
I've lost my place in this world
Slipped with you into the sands of time
I think I heard you whisper a name
I can't even remember if it's mine
Inside me rages a passion
But you reign it in slow and steady
The journey from there to now
Is why I'm sure, why I'm ready
To see me in all my glory
Not afraid to dive into the murk
Helps me see you for the man you are
Come here let me reward your work
So to say that I'm merely horny
Just implies that I want to be fucked
But honey I long for the process
Way more than I do the product
The moment your heart drops
I've been thinking about you all day
No, I don't think I ever stopped
Longing, lingering, needing
How long can you ride out the storm
The most blissful restlessness ever
Pacing the floor til the carpet is worn
Then finally, finally
The cards fall into place
Your dreams of day, the hell of nights
Written all over your face
The taste of your lips like water
To the desert of my desires
Your eyes on my body like rain
Shower me with your fire
Hands on your heartbeat
Pounding, palpable, pleasing
I feel the heavens opening
I feel the tensions easing
The relief of anticipation
Brings the slow climb up hill
Butterflies, signed, sealed and delivered
How good can you make me feel
Brace yourself, take hold of me
I trust your pressure, build, release
Searched high and low for magic
In your arms here is a piece
I've lost my place in this world
Slipped with you into the sands of time
I think I heard you whisper a name
I can't even remember if it's mine
Inside me rages a passion
But you reign it in slow and steady
The journey from there to now
Is why I'm sure, why I'm ready
To see me in all my glory
Not afraid to dive into the murk
Helps me see you for the man you are
Come here let me reward your work
So to say that I'm merely horny
Just implies that I want to be fucked
But honey I long for the process
Way more than I do the product
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