I've got a tingling all over me
The kind that makes you howl
And I think I'm losing it babe
I'll throw my clothes off
Just to scratch at this itch
After all, everything's better in *******
I'll dazedly watch my skin blush
Shy at the attention it's getting
From the fingers being raked across it
My freckles won't be the only geometric thing then
I'll have parallel and perpendicular lines
****** squares and rectangles
You wouldn't believe the roaring that fills my mind then
When I see that miasma of pinks and reds
Telling me that I don't deserve anything
Especially not you
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
I've got a tingling all over me
The kind that makes you howl
And I think I'm losing it babe
I'll throw my clothes off
Just to scratch at this itch
After all, everything's better in *******
I'll dazedly watch my skin blush
Shy at the attention it's getting
From the fingers being raked across it
My freckles won't be the only geometric thing then
I'll have parallel and perpendicular lines
****** squares and rectangles
You wouldn't believe the roaring that fills my mind then
When I see that miasma of pinks and reds
Telling me that I don't deserve anything
Especially not you
Written in 2013
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