Not Enough Stuff
My heart is rapid
Escalating by the second,
Flutters?
Flustered?
No.
That's not it.
That feels different
This…this is less innocent
A need,
To fulfill his desire,
But it feels awkward;
Doctored
After i’ve stopped him,
I realize
I'm not enough;
Hardly got any stuff
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