If I empty the contents of my mind upon the page,
you read.
You might just blush and turn away from me.
I may not find you ever again, as you may avoid me, like you do the rain.
Those hips that should belong to me, those eyes that suspect.
These things smooth out with sensual respect.
I don't want to let the fit of your disguise interrupt what is happening.
The day you dream bubbled in fear- don't reach out and tap me.
Let me be inappropriate and tell you what is true.
Life is full of choices and if the current ones fell through.
Then you gotta reconfigure and let in the new.
Let me be your entertainment and love you thorough later.
Then empty my desire after being your stimulator.
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