Sunday, June 18, 2006

Thought #8

"Tuesday morning"
Feels like ages will have to go by

your image burning my eyes
the sound of your voice in my ears all the time
your subtle touch sustains my body
a smell like no other

only the taste of your lips will release me from the spell

until that time comes
I'll continue to twist and turn in my bed
making love to air molecules
an uncredited contortionist

I'd rather learn some alchemy
to make things easier for me
with my concocted magic potion

somnambulant copulation by l0v3l3ss

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