I have got that tingly feeling
Innards feel as if they’re reeling
For the tug of Cupid’s bow
Buries deep and passion sows;
Don’t be quick but don’t stop either
Mind not foul nor stormy weather
Just keep to the ancient texts
When this thought comes: ‘Dayum, what’s next?’
[americanifesto - 場黑麥 - jpr - urbanartopia - whorphan]