True That
My mind in a cloud...
Day dreaming...
Sexing you...
Recycling our love over and over...
Nothing wasted, all tasted...
It's you I relate to...
Day dreaming...
Sexing you...
Parts of melting away...
Rescue me...
From my day dream...
Sleep with me...
So I shall dream not...
You beautiful cloud dot...
That yearning black spot...
burning in me...
Driving me wild...
I am loosing my style...
But I respect you still...
Jumping the broom...
Still is real...
And worth my while...
Whisperkwane@gmail.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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