Teenage Collision Spectrum

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Teen "love".

Submitted: November 12, 2007

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Hot sweat,
Hot touch,
It hurts,
hurts,
hurts,
To know we're alive,
And this is the only thing that sends off vibes,
Of attractiveness.

The amount of wholeness,
FROM MY BREASTS,
Emanates a vibe,
A native American tribal dance beat,
That calls all males of my high school.

Ooo they want to caress,
Ooo they want to undress,
There is nothing but my body,
And his,
Pressing up against each others.

Not one but four,
More waiting at the door,
I'm a slut,
'Cus I'm looking for the one,
The,
ONLY,
Lover of my teenage romantic dreams,
Their attraction's like a FEVER,
SWEATED OUT once we CARESS,
And once I UNDRESS.


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