delicate little substances sitting nicely on top of ice burgs. juicy little secrets hovering above ears. heart strings plucked, but not enough. words of wisdom muffled by obscenities. mission accomplished? maybe later.. we've got a world too see. heels click on broken glass causing laughter to escape unhappy faces. people slow dance too fast pace music. i prefer to dance fast to the slow stuff. allowing the undertow of whatever it maybe to pull you all the way in and open your eyes like windows in a snow storm. hazy and blurred you can't get enough. itching for a taste, your tongue is set on fire. your teeth begin to rattle and all you crave is desire. power moves straight into your fingertips you shake shake shake shake but it just won't quit. calling your name like your favourite song, open doors and sing-a-longs your encouraged to carry on. moving forward in a ghastly pace, pushing elements and throwing malice covered words in the faces of those who told you otherwise, keep calm and carry on, with your finesse and sex drive, mojo sky rocketing, epic madness.. wicked appeal.
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