I sweep my limelight
Until I am exhausted by its glare
To finally find something
Without an ego
To anoint with my pride
But I couldn’t love it anyway
I’ll lay on the catwalk and think
That my greatest fear
Is that I would rather be alone
than to think less of me

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Are you ready to shoot the messenger?
Put your hand in my Arjuna
We will take this step together
Do not worry
I am close
Right beside you
My body pressed into your back
I will wrap one arm around you
Press up under your breast
The other
I will slide along yours
Until we clasp the trigger together
Until my too soft squeeze
Lets you know
It is time for you to squeeze
Just soft enough

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