Desire, I thought.
Too polite.
Guts then.
Warm.
Blood, veins, neurology.
There's a life.
Oh take me in your arms and try to touch me, if you will
I have a tall secret.
That's more like it.
Well, actually I was just exclaiming.... an expletive.
Get on with it.
Life?
That would help.

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