it's raining and she's listening
clicking the mouse and finding songs she can sing to me
hoist your cute ass over here and lets me
get a sniff of your sweet sweat
i love your tattoos and how your hair grows down the center
like an arrow
towards your soft mouth
i'm thinking of you
me below
your eyes and my pink toenails
flashing down at me
com'ere, lets me smell your sweet sweat,
feel your intention
not to mention
your thrust
i'll trust
i'll throw away the hardened,orderly mental conventions
to the unending bending of my body and mind
IT,
IT being 'the ability to', really is your invention
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