Awake in the heat of night
I'm not perfect
I jump the gun
I need my fix.
Sweating, panting, quivering
Eager
To dull my senses
I get excited to be
Just to feel wonderful
Filled with lactonic cravings
I'm not perfect,
and I need my fix.
But I don't want to need you.
Tomorrow I'll open my eyes.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 3:41 PM UTC
Awake in the heat of night
I'm not perfect
I jump the gun
I need my fix.
Sweating, panting, quivering
Eager
To dull my senses
I get excited to be
Just to feel wonderful
Filled with lactonic cravings
I'm not perfect,
and I need my fix.
But I don't want to need you.
Tomorrow I'll open my eyes.
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