........The need, it drives right through me. 
In each and every vein, the power overwhelms me, 
you can tell She's here again 

The sweet, sweet words of loving the passion that's insane, 
her soft caressing voice, the tones, the feel, my name . . . 

The soft and lulling heartbeat, the rhythmic moving skin, 

and when all of it's over and I look above, all I see is her.........

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