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Dec 2017
Yeah I like the rush
The pain behind your touch
Barb wire spikes scraping down my spine
Makes the hairs on my arms rise
Show me the scars and carve new ones to cover them
Take me so high I won’t come down again
Your adrenaline
My adrenaline
****** together
Keep in time
Keeps my heading spinning
Keeps my hips moving
It’s those shivers that keeps the blood pumping
Feel the burn from the inside
And know we’re on to something
Don’t stop oh God don’t stop
Roller coaster stomachs drop
There is no higher
We’re on top
Grab my hair wrap it in your fingers and pull straight back
Pull tighter hand to throat
Straight back
tie the ropes tighter no slack
Down to the places we are told not to go
These are the best kind
No safety inside
**** the beware sign
We can’t get past it fast enough
We like it slow and we like it rough
This terrain is more like speed
No longer a want
One hit has become need
Written by
Marie  34/F/Ohio
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