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Sick

Horny

and alone

what a pathetic state of affairs.

The offspring is sprung for the weekend

a short trip with a friend.

Me alone 

feeling like crap

but full of wanting

full of wishing

full of thoughts that grow horns

and wings

they could soar

if you'd make me your whore

make me sore

or make me your love

and we'll make love as sweet and pure as a dove.

Take me 

bend me

don't break me

make me!

I surrender, 

I'll give honest answer,

not be a pretender.

Love me with intensity

or love me tender;

and I

for my part

will give worshipful

passionate kisses

everywhere it counts.