In the gentle rumble of the wheeled armour that guards me in the soothing drops of slithering rain
We... I mean I think again of what it feels like to be in sweet trouble within your gaze.
I...life is what grows around me along with my skin as your thoughts travel by and by with each passing wink
I rumble on... ramble on in my head
combating the feeling of ecstasy that glares at me with more than 2 eyes
a body that wears no frown but only smiles at me
a stride that shows no chip but only cuts me slowly
asking gently without words, smartly within telepathy
“come to me”
While I never listen... I always hear and ask myself to pay attention
But I never ask for help to leave this feeling
The grip I sense... the touch I want
Slithers like rain drop on my windshield
Dancing quickly to let me in
I wish no part of this
But sin makes me feel...natural
I look right at the face that meets me
A smile that wants to greet me
A hand that wants to hold me closer than a mother’s womb
As I tempt myself...
Pushing my mind to think that this can never happen
Lying within the arms of something temporary
Soothing kisses of the mind remind me of where I ought to be
As my body yearns and follows with each turn she makes
I wish once to be a babe again
No understanding of the obvious request of flesh
Wishing only to giggle and pass the tide over
Grant me innocence
To see this flesh and let it be
Thinking naively...thinking naively
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