you make me jab
at the taste of
your sweetness
i made myself
open
to you
it can't be that bad
this centrifugal
blaze
it's making me
crawl
you are playing
the tease
oh missy
i wonder why
you make me
die like this?
i want you
i want to leave you
breathless
ink...
underneath this radar screen
i 'ain't faking it
so yes,
i'll meet you
in new orleans
where the cat is....
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