Its not so simple to dream
and not react
its equally as hard to pen
and then retract back to reality where words are just that
words
spoken within secretive parallels
but when Presents present themselves
who am i to not unwrap
who you are to be less than excited
who are we to deny black magic
bodies moving like tidal waves
bottom halves leaking, leaving tsunami's on sheets
where shall we sleep
this is creep nine one one
and we shall go blow for blow
roll for roll
exchanging highs trying to find our way to 30 thousand feet
no one else is invited
this list is exclusive
and who are we not to invite ourselves
awaken our dreams and see morning chances still fresh
don't wait for me to wake up before you....
....swim good
fuck the rest of the world
we should know i live in and for the moment
poetry saves
spank me
like your slave
yank me
from the page and make it all be close to possible
get nervous with me
be
vulnerable with me
cum
fit the big picture in my locket
lets get lost with no end
until time pushes us back
to our respective earthly pockets
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