I have the magic, through my pen, to make two incomparable words graze, as your hand over desirable flesh. Soon they embrace into a dance of love, inducing secret emotions within your broken pneuma. Hmmm...yes! Feel it within, piercing into the unknown of your being, making you hot and bothered because I just wrote down your most private thoughts.
"How does she know?", you wonder, biting your lip, reading furthermore and more and MORE...
"Stop!" you cry out in the emptiness of your room, startling yourself. Seeing you can not handle this new perception that causes your mouth to salivate at your naughty brain work, you look away. Yet this is only for a moment, since now you are addicted to the powerful verses I continue to scribble and you carry forward. Still, you were looking for something with more flavor, something like a rhyme, so I take you there and help you hear the chime, while you follow me, all in do time. Allow your chyme to slide and climb into this illusion I offer as if it was a gold filled coffer in your back room. Let loose and accept this proffer that will take you to the moon. Do not be afraid, for I do not write this as an obscure rune. All I want is for you to feel the glorious rhythm in the enchanting tune. I know is not yet noon, but stay with me here. Understand there is nothing clear in this life my dear. And now that we are much near to the end I hope you comprehend I only do this in aspiration for your crippled heart to mend and for your captive mind to extend to a new level of awareness. Nothing more, nothing less.
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