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I'd tease myself but what's the point?
Smoking hot, like the end of my joint

Body blazing with untapped desires
Feel it building, as I get higher and higher

Feel it burning, my little hot box
Still I'm yearning, hear the the gun ****

Barrel to my head, still searching for pleasure
Pull the trigger already, a fruitless endeavor

Harmonies caressed my heart
in soft serenades of
whispering concertos
on the strings of my deepest desires

Acoustic symphonies,
performed on a cappella breezes
in perfectly tuned emotions,
echoed upon my longing skin

Piano compositions
sprinkled with stardust
shimmered before my enchanted eyes
in ivory colored wishes

As my mind thought back to
something I had recently read,
“A smile is worth a million melodies”
finally understanding its meaning ~

for when she smiled, there was music . . .
the most beautiful I have ever heard

If you were the earth
and I were the moon
I'd shine night and day
so maybe real soon

Before very long
I would be the one
That you would look for
instead of the sun

Missing you comes
in violent waves,
shades of vibrant
blues, and broken
down déjà vu's.