Feel the chemistry stirring in my loins,
And disturbing feeling.
My eyes narrow with pressure.
The bend of my mind causes breath to come short,
And my head to tilt.
A wry smile smatters my face,
A sour pleasure flits eerily,
In the folds of consciousness.
Response is inevitable,
An action is impending.
Beware,
For your young are near.
And disturbing feeling.
My eyes narrow with pressure.
The bend of my mind causes breath to come short,
And my head to tilt.
A wry smile smatters my face,
A sour pleasure flits eerily,
In the folds of consciousness.
Response is inevitable,
An action is impending.
Beware,
For your young are near.
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