Anticipation was really a turn on
Never really expecting the burn on
Tempering anxiety, the let down
Instinctively eating my own heart out
Caressing with your voice, your demeanor
Immortal without want in dreamier
Places anyone could ever want or need
Ability to germinate your own seed.
Timeless, you move in circular time around
Evidence that otherwise would bring the sound

of
            anticipation.

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