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Spiraling down the staircase
I find myself on an infinite journey
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His soft hair is the color of
goldenrod haystacks in the Texas heat,
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remnants of those past,
clusters of thoughts
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while nibbling inward,
gradually becoming more centered.
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My eyes said take me now,
and his crotch agreed,
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and full of Latin spice
to make you sweat
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That silhouette so striking,
toned, masculine, and powerful.
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While my hands roam your body,
my mind roams in other realms,
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paint me a picture
of my deepest emotions,
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Nails raked across flesh,
carving heated ardor deep
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Exhales became markers for
passion ablaze,
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a tear fell from a
silver lined cloud
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waiting for my
vanilla summer to come
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Static grace left invisible,
I'm lonely in a crowd.
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(was that his intent?)
in those nocturnal torments
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Lissomly moving downward
spiraling, moving in slow motion,
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to bang on the drum
to beat, scratch, and strum
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Nocturnal notions outweigh
those of the shining day.
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Smear my life on a wall and
color it red.
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Relationships like fingerprints
are individual and unique.
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feeling your life on my neck.
We breathed together;
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J.ovial that you have made my day
O.pen to fulfilling passion's play
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floods my imagination,
and leaks into reality.
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I knew you liked it
along with parted pouty lips
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I wonder if it was black and white
because you colored me blind
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be my walking, talking mannequins;
my following of rainbow crayon henchmen
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I'll buy a Venetian glass jar
and place the remnants of you inside;
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On top again, his greed set in
his member deep within
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that you tore apart
with the heartbreak you did impart.
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make these feelings cease
in return for peace.
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And now alone I think about how
the glass tears fall on cold tile floors,
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I'm left with the
neverending echo
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That smug grin
displays your sin
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I take my sable brushes
to an endless canvas.
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To know you is to love you,
for I am a yang and you are my yin.
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