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If I could rest my head on your lap I would look up and trace the constellations and unknown stars Unnamed galaxies to match your eyes I would concoct grand tales and create ancient legends. Fabricate words picked up from The Big Bang Theory, and I shall lie. If I tilt my head to the left, I would face your navel. Ongoing negotiations convince you to pierce your belly button. Down payment on a fantasy That one day might become available. If I search to the right, I will gaze upon oblivion. An empty car park coupled with your absence Nothing to see, feel, or hear; not worth my time or efforts. Any space that lacks even a hint of your essence When I am marking time to make the most of in your presence But I do not dare engage with the South. Think I will let that final side be for now Hoping for great possibilities the summer night might bring about If I do trespass into your secret garden, I am in so much doubt. That would lack the willpower to find my sanity and my way out Due to your juices the fruits in your secrete garden produces Lost in a state of hyper exuberance like the Iranian hostages I daydream about kissing your second pair of hidden lips The ones your long legs keep eclipsed I so desperately want to taste all these sweet nectars. Which secretes other than from your candy corn mouth As the floodgates open, I am standing at attention. Liberating my taste buds, ending any and all droughts.
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Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 1:25 AM UTC
harsha-2
Southbound
If I could rest my head on your lap I would look up and trace the constellations and unknown stars Unnamed galaxies to match your eyes I would concoct grand tales and create ancient legends. Fabricate words picked up from The Big Bang Theory, and I shall lie. If I tilt my head to the left, I would face your navel. Ongoing negotiations convince you to pierce your belly button. Down payment on a fantasy That one day might become available. If I search to the right, I will gaze upon oblivion. An empty car park coupled with your absence Nothing to see, feel, or hear; not worth my time or efforts. Any space that lacks even a hint of your essence When I am marking time to make the most of in your presence But I do not dare engage with the South. Think I will let that final side be for now Hoping for great possibilities the summer night might bring about If I do trespass into your secret garden, I am in so much doubt. That would lack the willpower to find my sanity and my way out Due to your juices the fruits in your secrete garden produces Lost in a state of hyper exuberance like the Iranian hostages I daydream about kissing your second pair of hidden lips The ones your long legs keep eclipsed I so desperately want to taste all these sweet nectars. Which secretes other than from your candy corn mouth As the floodgates open, I am standing at attention. Liberating my taste buds, ending any and all droughts.
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