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Jan 2013
When that mood hit.
And you act upon it.
You mainly end up enjoying it.
Yes, that spur of the moment.

That energy that been ready to explode.
Makes you smile more than you're willing to admit.
Yes, you've been touched.
Yes, you been hit.
From the spur of the moment.

It's when you plan it.
When the joy isn't fun.
It's like a job requirement.
Where you must perform?

Failure isn't option.
Least, to the parties involved.
And when there's a let down.
Just imagine the harm.

The urge.
The heat.
That can hit you anywhere.
Really, gets your attention.
Whenever your love interest appears?

Be it in the car.
Be it in the park.
Be it even at work.
You just can't wait to take a break.

This spur of the moment mood needs to be taken care of.
And watch the smile upon both parties faces lights up.
Some call it ***.
Others call it making love.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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