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Monday, January 12, 2009
fickle heat..
A fickle bitch who only needs a fast consistent beat.
The floor gives me the love. The bed gives me passion. The heat.
Going through a door seeing her eyes. Soft as a dove. In her love mansion.
I feel her heat. I feel the beat when we connect.
Two decks. Two records. One mirophone. Two bodies becoming one.
United. Can't fight it. Out of sight for a while, but never forget.
The passion. The heat. The consistent beat.
Just a fickle bitch who only needs heat.
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