My body is shaking with the (lack of) anticipation,
turning me towards something I want(ed) so badly.
How am I capable of being this (over)stimulated
while being completely torn (apart) in two directions?
My (dis)agreeable thoughts lead me to the room,
where one (less) heart will beat tonight.
(Non)Conforming ideals taking me to the peak of pleasure
and (raging) fire running deep within my veins.
If all it took to feel, the (deficient) appetite of this life
was to (un)lock these heavy doors,
One may never come up for air, and with that rightly so.
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