giddy up

I am playing in your thoughts
without letting visible some scars

my love for you giggle giddy up
in your blood, explicit preferences

the left eyelid of yours recites
on my right eyelid, its throb's poem

your lips whisper to my lips
in what dialect my body to feel you


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