hold you
repose calls to take a moment for myself,
while i love you with the stars on my lips
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with crossed legs, my meditation retells
to my starved fantasies, how to hold you
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breathtaking experiences are unleashing
my joy's metaphor, written in a future tale
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illustrated so, the upward spiral of my sin,
weaves a symphony with hugs and kisses
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as a result, on nights and days' sleeves,
a song, (at least), it'll echo in your mind
…about me