Too Slow
If I am too slow
It will all pour out of me
My desire, my debauchery
My ever-growing need to be
the object of your sincerest affections
And you will see that I’ve been lurking
Like some kind of freak
Outside your door
Copyright © Madi Bowers | Year Posted 2025
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