Our panic begins with his grin...

Damn you!
You're a talent scout!
 
Take and let him
set his self up.
 
Guru socialist...
with Rookie guts.
 
A romancer, because her arms
aren't cut.
 
And yet I imagine you,
and you alone.
 
Never home, yet lonely
I am not..
 
Touch me in the night,
describe our disguise.
 
Alert the desserters,
because they eat cake.
 
And me no longer afraid,
to be beautiful and clumsy.
 
To be zaftig and young,
please me, love me.
 
Tall and thin,
bowing within.
 
Your secret, secretary wonders
how you survive.
 
But don't tell me,
Damn you.
 
I can't hide...
I live to feel you
 
My pride, ignored
breast pounding down
sore.
 
Glances and hopeful lusts
a proper dwelling
 
Safe within your arms
A sexy occurence
when our sex begins with his grin...