By B.K.
Date: 2002 Jun 14
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Make-Out Party

When you are near
I feel like a teenager
In love for the very first time
My heart pounds
I start to sweat
I gush and get giddy
My brain malfunctions
Turning to mush
Nothing makes sense
Except this overpowering need
To hold you, kiss you
Slowly rock you
In this stardust passion
That blazes across the universe
In deepest longing
To make out with your face