It's 3:03
In the morning
And all I can dream of
Is of the softness
Of your body,
The curvature
Of the earth
The equators
The hemispheres
Have nothing
Against the geography
Of your skin,
I traverse the deserts
The jungles
Of your southern regions
In my mind
A safari
Of exquisite
Smells and taste,
The bazaar of you
A map of treasures
That I endeavor
To hunt in
But for an elixir
To calm my soul,
I miss
The eureka
The euphoria
Infinite wonders
Of you...

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