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Mirror.....no more


Look at you
you stand on grand foundations with clear polish lacing the acrylic
ankles tasting like mild abrasions of strawberry sensations mixed with a tint colored brown
i frown cuz you trying to play me
like new release in radio shack
you cant leave me
charasmatic actions jumped my cerebral as i tease you with finger linings up your leg
powder keg explosions in my jeans…seems like you ready....
thighs…oh my
all that heaven below your heaven having me heaving dry love spells at heaven.....my heart is
Hemorrhaging....hold on... for my want to need to have you is holding me hostage...love HAVE MERCY on ME
my love is like a thousand trees fertilized by good roots and seeds
my dreams seem explicit but if beauty can be held in such close capacity...from your legs to
your head....im interested....


instead of pushing it....let me talk to your dreams....
GOD is supreme and had the nerve to create these merging conjunctions and 4 way
intersections.....so that I may drive for hours.....lost in only your direction.....
Abs abnormally awesome....all that aimlessly awe in about 1 reflection....im guessing that's
all....yes I just lay in the crease of these retainers of life mix and make peace pertaining to my
comfortable satisfaction…parlaying like headphones with fur lining....i lay snuggle and fit....i
hear my favorite music playing 121 times a minute....let me hold that for eternity.....why dont you?


I know what you thinking but I know what your thoughts are thinking.....erogenous spots
abundant....hot plates of love on hot dates above your hot cakes I place six reasons to love
me.....in 6 different ways.....and leave the other half of the pie to your thoughts....


them numbers woman....I know them
I speak to them in my slumber
These numbers so cumbersome
Matimatica abundance
I scream in whispers
And the only thing that dances along my lips
Is 1+1=2
like my heart and my mind equals YOU
Like a rubiks cube or sudoku
i know you, we speak across cartesian planes and mathematical proofs
and poof,you stand naked on my key board
as concrete as a universal truth
we equal
my life / your life=always equals 1
i speak to you phonetically and poetically you cum
This black and Dominican Gilligan is lost on your island....but by choice I voice my opinions
depending on the way you lean from the exotic touches I lay upon your face.....
I lay across your heart and create my eternal resting place....
We do not need the mirror.....no more

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