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elevator going up
i am floating
something like
a soap bubble
wanting you
to catch me
with your finger tips
the pungent smells of autumn
have me stirring
a wicked brew
called melanie cravings
your kiss is not the same
but you can rebuild that
i can't solve all your problems
think less and think more
of
me osculating
down your thighs
like an escalator
going to the forth floor
lion's westgate
maybe you can't have all of me
but there
are things you
will keep forever
