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click i see you on the porch
in your pajamas with
a cup of coffee cradled
in your hands
and i seek your smile
because when you smile
you are the most beautiful
and
when you are the most beautiful
i believe i own the world
and when i own the world
i can pull you from your seat
and slow dance like a man who
hears music in the magic folds
of your labia
maybe i am crazy, but it is only the
crazy over you symphony
played by the whirlwind section
in the rapture orchestra
where i am the conductor
bracing for the crescendo
by leaning into your hips
that all started when
the tools of your kiss
turned up at the corners
announcing your pleasure
