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*come back to bed walk my hallways, upon my shoulder sleep, rest in my nooks soft, well worn, cosy crannies, let your face go slack, get back jack, to where you always belong I know too well what ails thee, know no answers easy to be found walking around an old creaky house's groaning discordant mystery sounds do come back to bed I'll call you babe, kiss those temples rock 'n rolling, soothing them with adagio classics from the 1950's and 60's I'll think of something just back, bed bunk, mate, with me your roommate of the sole ****** sunset years let you write poems on my tummy, gurgling with the pleasure of skin and words tender entwining, just come back to bed, pillow deep, fund the sleep your desperate need, from my countenance and body, yours, no needy for asking, just the just taking what you're needing, be my human, be my child, and come back to bed, my very own* ***still crazy man after all these years,*** *before leaving me sleepy smiling, from a job well done with the fluids of our co-joinery that ease, however brief, thy tempested brow one less line, one less worry*
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
come back to bed, walk my hallways
*come back to bed walk my hallways, upon my shoulder sleep, rest in my nooks soft, well worn, cosy crannies, let your face go slack, get back jack, to where you always belong I know too well what ails thee, know no answers easy to be found walking around an old creaky house's groaning discordant mystery sounds do come back to bed I'll call you babe, kiss those temples rock 'n rolling, soothing them with adagio classics from the 1950's and 60's I'll think of something just back, bed bunk, mate, with me your roommate of the sole ****** sunset years let you write poems on my tummy, gurgling with the pleasure of skin and words tender entwining, just come back to bed, pillow deep, fund the sleep your desperate need, from my countenance and body, yours, no needy for asking, just the just taking what you're needing, be my human, be my child, and come back to bed, my very own* ***still crazy man after all these years,*** *before leaving me sleepy smiling, from a job well done with the fluids of our co-joinery that ease, however brief, thy tempested brow one less line, one less worry*
stillcrazyafteralltheseye
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
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