young flesh, young frame
slow pulse, no pain
inside my fit on skin
sometimes I wonder just where to begin
I need action
inside my fit on skin
I make a novel of everything
it's like fiction
inside my fit on skin
another side of my twin
The face he fits is unmistakably mine
without a trace he leaves the scene of the crime
the story always reads exactly the same
I need my live protection all the time
Submitted by Michael Hack
