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See, its young love, puppy love,
The sweet innocent love, sent from above.
It’s the happy kind of feeling
That keeps you fired up late in the evening.
It’s the can’t eat, can’t sleep type
It’s the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy you can’t fight.
The kind of love that makes you want to sing,
the roller coaster type, it’s like you’re in a swing.
Its all highs and no lows,
And you’re kinder weak from its blows.
No matter how bad, it’s all good
Then you’re sitting down wondering if u should,
Take her in your arms gently,
As you foreplay her mentally.
And so mouths touch, lips parted,
That anxiety builds, you can’t wait to get started.
And now it feels almost like Ecstasy
And as it gets sweeter is the less you see.
So you pull her closer, touch her deep,
And then…… and then….. and then you wake up
because you were a sleep…………..