Debating the things I know I should
Struggling with what is and isn't good
Loving words to say but can't recall
You know, one little push can change it all
He's not giving, so, I say "I wish you would"
With those magic words he'll give all he could
I can't think strait when it's my name he calls
Pure ecstacy and I'm its new slave
Make sure I'm quiet so no one knows
Pleasure bursting through me like a shot gun
No longer describable, wave after wave
Shy before now letting it all expose
Now moving in rhythm we become one
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