i like the way
my dirty clothes smell
i am a man
i like the way
she moves so softly
and cautiously sure as
i love even more
and the words get me in trouble
wish for my muted double
enjoy the fruit with no seed
nurturing my every need
i've been a love so long
she's been along for novelty
to seem the best way to address
the need to reject my caress
two beers- disappear fears
and i look into her mirrors
and i see me smiling blindly
i'd like to take her home
to meet my mother
floor my peers
but i'm content to lay alone
hot and half gone on her
vintage couch
i say the wrong things.
i say what i feel and
it scares her while
it drives me insane
one more wrongful medicine
make my waking feel good again
at four at six and seven a.m.
it's fine 'till i'm forced to rise again
the talk 'till i'm forced awake again
when spirit guides they hide again
i need the answer from my closest friend
erotic then hot then cold again
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