I’d love to show you
battle scars and hybrids,
memories of lover’s past
But something electric
transpired in your eyes
confirming the inevitible
Now it ticks in unison
manic like a toaster dial
rushed to completion
Gageing our whereabouts
in syncronized featherings
of tender erections
Delivering evidence
of undenied affections
pooled in cotton lining
Still we mesh our souls,
transmissions clearly wired
to unclaimed ties
Virtual moments, crumbs
soiled to perfection
avoiding society’s minds









Nice job 


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