My jaw drop sounds like the clip clop echo after the bass stops / my / breath goes shallow as every one of my six senses gets off / swells intensifies and tenses / I / melt like cheese and spilled milk messes / I need to get cleaned up like you're a wet mop sloppy as well clinging silk dresses / and I'm a guitar's nylon strings making your hips swing across the fret board like palm mutes and the first ring of this hot song's note stresses / contests and amplifies but never regresses / I must confess when you arc your back in time with the beat and every bounce and step you take / I'm blown over like ship's sails and a young girl's dollar store barrettes on top of shaking tresses / bird's houses that slip off the nail / a frail set of speakers about to blow their fuses and rickety fences / you're a forest fire in my hurricane / a long boarder's bloody bail and her nerve to get up and bomb that same hill all over again / I can't refrain from spitting my love for you like express post mail / my passion for you stains my face like war paint driven home hard as a fresh loaf of whole wheat in fast forward / fourteen succulent kisses later the bread's gone stale as a coal miner's whisper in a silent cave / sounds loud as a gailing wind blowing brave as the last mile of tracks and rails / the locomotive conductor's face goes pale as the road runs out / but I will not be afraid or scream or shout 'cause I know that everywhere at every time at my tanned and bare chested side is an angel //
there is you //
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