I shop
getting a feel for the market, insistent inquiring
well wondering, learning....deciding
receipts consisting of 10 numbers
a couple dashes
parentheses if she's particular
I roll her up
getting her logistics, gutting her physical
stripping her bare so that her mind is left open to air
adding my own contents as
anticipation grips me.
how does she taste? how does she feel?
Finally I light her up
her kisses take me to somewhere familiar
yet individually obscure
her air coexists my own
I wrap flesh around her
a mutual invasion
preparation was well worth it
she smokes well
she does something to me
i look at her
when i see her i cant wait for contact
the things she does
mentally, physically and emotionally
she's the stimulus
she makes me move
cause i like the way she moves
shes the key which unlocks
fueling passions, desires
she embodies the two for me
yet she is the lock
she keeps my mental currency in her vault
everynight i wish to unlock her
over and over
i'll pop her lock beautifully as homage to her beauty
til i melt over and bend
only to induce her to repair me.
(2014) wtf is this, I was trying too hard.
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