Solitary blues
In solitude with too many things to do,
In solitude, ten days, with too many little things to do,
In the thick of a solitude session, just me with a little more me
In the walls which I sit, there are open doors but I do not move
In solitude I find my own things to do,
SEX
Sex running through my blood,
Sex is running through my blood, pretty little loveI had, now I want,
My blood is a little warmer thinking of you,
Warm thighs and tight clothing, I last the longest
Sex is all around, and it makes me smile how attractive the world is
BENT ON LOVE 