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I can’t stand, for my knee’s weak

I can’t sit still and I don’t trust my speech

I don’t know how to stay away from the fire

That melts the ice of this queen me

Boiling blood and scorched skin

From a touch so soft and soothing

From a caress that tortures me within

Why can’t I go back to the way it was?

Is that not how it should be?

Full of laughter, not of longing

Full of sexy, but so carefree? YaSaBa