illegal fun
kilograms of hours,
all my longing weighs;
it’s seen on my thighs,
hankering to feel you
laying ’em in a split
to look in… to moan…
to love what you see
kilograms of smoko,
the stars sang a blues,
invoking your throb,
(a sensual cure)
gasping in my bedding,
crazy charming nest
agonized by dreams
kilograms of hope,
around here and there
just a touch away
in illegal fun’s style
with me hung in future
with you in the past
pirating my smile
kilograms of words
are still summon you
to summon up… me
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