How Can I Be Nervous?
The fear runs through our veins
our blood races
our heart pounds furiously.
The butterflies rise in numbers
our breath hitches
our hands shake.
Everything fumbles and collides
our eyes lose focus
our mind goes blank.
The skin burns
as we move and think as one.
The want grows stronger
becomes a demanding need
until finally we fall
to the devils floor in sin,
in undenying bliss
and our final loving embrace.
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