Justin

Three minutes later my blood pressure

rises and I desire him

again

a fresh start with no finish line

come on, again come come come on man , more now more more

like the beginning one

The first one

The sick one

The thick one

The all night one

all over me again

a brand new sense

of electricity three times stronger

ten times harder

a thousand times better

when you touch me

my soul hovers beside my body

full of fire again

anxiously yearning for it it it it in in in in me me me

and three minutes later

which feels like three weeks later

my greedy leg stops quivering

the pendulum swings again

for a split second until I realize

you’ve not gone and its not morning and

I am as thirsty as I was when you came came came over so

come on, come again come again come here here here now, baby

touch inside me again

with all of you

with the nasty you

with the dirty you

start over, Justin.

Give me another three minutes.

Just three more, baby-

so I can breathe.

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