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the sky's the limit
two days this week on the lakes
and never touched the water
it seems that i should be wary
of making the same mistake
with your lips and the boundaries
of your tan lines
i am floating with memories
of pontoon boats and ice cream
and of course your celestial contact
lets make blueprints
of your intimate design
create a moniker for your
hale-bop comet of pleasure
space dust on my cheek
cosmic liqueur fluttering
in zero gravity
click click
let me lick your chops
where lips flounder
in the land of lakes
caught by the allure
of fishnets
