"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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