Passion engulfs me in her presence;
Porcelain Goddess; perfect china
doll - won't let me play with you?
Won't you let me play?
You capture the genius of men
beyond my scope - but would you
descend and attempt to immortalise
my fragmented mastery?
Idealisation puts us on a beach
with a kiss and wanting more -
Reality puts us fucking like dogs
on a seedy motel floor.
To dance, perchance, I'm in a
trace. A lingering kiss, a
warm embrace, your silken
lips, that angelic face.
Beautiful.
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