Perhaps I sit too long in my desires
Like a warm afternoon in the sun that twinges my skin for days after,
Like devouring sweet juicy oranges until my throat burns from the stinging citrus,
Like reading one more page before bed and stoking my anticipation
Until hours and chapters have flown by rendering my book read and my sleep meager.
But the force of my blood as it races through me is intoxicating and much safer the a
Souped up car on a city street,
The thudding of my heart is much sweeter music then all those awkward conversations
That tend to ring in my head,
And the dreams that smouldering energy can foster
Far outweigh the dark and anxious terrors of a typical night.
Perhaps I sit too long in my desires
But what can one expect from a girl raised on fairytales
The Mewriginal 
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