A construct of mine.
What that eye contact causes.
Arcing across senses without any pausage.
                                                                    Wicked I say.
                                                                    Baby wants to play.
Money can't by it
Needs no rehearsal.
Once you lock in there is no reversal.
                                                                    I'm into the gritty now
                                                                    Babes way past pretty now.
The heat is on.
She is speaking my lingo.
Bingo.
                                                                    To be or not to be
                                                                    That is the question.
An infinity wasted..
Come hither post haste
But slow your roll. This is butter
                                                                     Did I hear my soul stutter?
                                                                     Joltage can make your heart
                                                                     Flutter.
I want you now.
Jitters.
Here we go.
                                       You know what I mean.
                                      When nothing but nothing.
                                      That Jolt is off the hook.

Of the chain.
I walk.over.
A live wire.  
                                     A humming sound.
                                     Eyes push past 20/20

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