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this is a public place, not exactly where one could set free their desires; so let's make love on a piece of paper; give me your pen and i'll give you my thought; your words come on top; and then let's lay back and give moments to our words; let's look in each other's eyes and see the meaning of it; please, whoever enters the room, do not betray the paper and the feeling surrounding us; let nobody see or feel that we study beyond the letters of the big gray books; show them that steady face while the beating of your desire would tear the world down on its way to me; give them that icy smile and look at me with that lust that keeps me with you beyond the reasonable period my mind could conceive; isn't it nice, how i play the studious child while all my senses are focused on your breath? or how you always put the sheet of paper on top of the latest-greatest articles? i'm expecting that teardrop which falls when you're under the impression that we are not going to last forever;

give me the paper, i want to make a statement: when it comes to us, there is no conclusion.