My dark hooded guy
My love for you is that single cloud the wind drifts in
Like a hurried piece of pie
Don’t you look away my guy
Pick it up and let lie…
This is reality,
Tangible love of a kind…
My lipstick stains on your khaki pants again today.
Let us take another of our unending cruise
Then let’s lie, you and I
On a simple spindle bed of my love
Till its cords, like a lurex reel tie
Us down in an explosive ecstatic feeling.
My dark hooded guy,
Some loveless guy wants my love for you
To be that bale of cloud the wind
Chaffs out like a parried flick at goal.
Yet, you’ve never looked away my guy
Pick it up and let lie…
This is reality,
Tangible love of a kind…
It amazes me how hard you strain
On the screens again today.
Please pick the treasures in my sighs
Let’s lie the tempting smoke of grey,
And let lie, you and I
On the simple spindle bed of my love
Till it’s cords, like a lurex reel tie
Us down in an explosive ecstatic feeling…
Until this love astounds you too, like it does me.
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