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Tingles run from the tip of his nose to the tip of his toes  
His body starts to panic & secretes  
Pearls of salted water on every inch of his being  
That soon enough will show through his clothes  
 
He can feel his heart pounding in his chest  
The blood running through his veins  
The pounding in his brain  
 
He wants nothing more than for their fingers to intertwine 
And walk down the street hand in hand  
If his palms could just, in this moment, not sweat  
 
Showered, shit & shaved 
Dressed elegantly, yet not too fancy 
Dressed as a man should, protecting his integrity 
Showing his power & authority 
By being behaved and showing off his masculinity 
 
Sparks fly 
They both have twinkles in their eyes  
Time, when they're together seems to pass them by 
 
When comes the time for the first kiss, 
They both feel the anxiety  
Their arms wrap around each other, 
It comes naturally  
 
Their lips touch  
And lock 
 
Her lips are so soft  
They fit perfectly with his 
 
People pass them by and give them a glance 
Most feeling joy or even envy 
No one seems to be going berserk  
Over a public display of affection  
Between a woman & a man 
 
He gets to feel all those things & not be judged  
He gets to walk down the street with his girl holding hands 
He gets to kiss her in public and not be criticized 
 
Why can't I have that? 
 
Because... 

When I get ready for her,  
I shit, shower & shave 
I dress elegantly, yet not to fancy 
I dress like a man, not like a woman should 
I am behaved and showing off my masculinity  
 
When I see her, 
I get tingles from the tip of my nose to the tips of my toes 
My body starts to panic & secretes 
Pearls of salted water on every inch of my being 
That soon enough will show through my clothes 
 
When I hear her voice, 
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest  
The blood running through my veins 
The pounding in my brain 
 
When I'm with her, 
I want nothing more than for our fingers to intertwine  
And walk down the street hand in hand  
If my palms, in that moment, could just not sweat 
 
When I spend time with her, 
Sparks fly 
We both have twinkles in our eyes 
Time when were together seems to pass us by 
 
When I kiss her for the first time, 
We both feel the anxiety, 
Our arms wrap around each other, 
It comes naturally 
 
Our lips touch 
They lock  
 
Every time I kiss her I think to myself, 
How her lips are so soft  
And how they fit perfectly with mine
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