Every Last Girl

All but one weak emotion
Can cost me all my focus
It’s my last impression from lust communication
I’m seeing faces, faces in different races
I can’t control my body emotions or keep my desires stationed
Single night sex dates are days I wish to escape when
It’s all that’s wanted
Flirting turns to chemistry before you know your heart found someone
Beauty is to die for but a beautiful soul is to cry for
Short to long hair sometimes I feel I appealed to all girls
Because somewhere can or an attraction accrues
What ever turns me on when I’m bored
As the world turns I’m tormented by those last questionable minutes