New flesh
nudist art next to a pretty dress
as a naked eye sees want it wants to see
A little of an unexplored world in between
—ironically a queen on her knees
A flowing river; centre tongue licking drips
of a honey cup
Tip toeing sounds, silently in their subtle
under the secret sheets towing the sky
A mist for night; a mister of the charges
—who leads who
Being lonely for two, been through a
misconception of missing you
So I just sit, waiting in this empty room
Dec 11, 2022
Dec 11, 2022 at 5:10 PM UTC
New flesh
nudist art next to a pretty dress
as a naked eye sees want it wants to see
A little of an unexplored world in between
—ironically a queen on her knees
A flowing river; centre tongue licking drips
of a honey cup
Tip toeing sounds, silently in their subtle
under the secret sheets towing the sky
A mist for night; a mister of the charges
—who leads who
Being lonely for two, been through a
misconception of missing you
So I just sit, waiting in this empty room
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