lovely… again


Again, I woke up in my mind with you, with your nasty face
having the stench of a defendant with an uncertain sense.
Again, with your biggy eyes, you gaze at me and use,
the whispers from your paradise as me to be transformed.
Again, you’ve sniffed me for putting me to sleep, invoking
what I wanna hear, me to be yours, profoundly and attentive.
Simply like that, again, I am under your spell, an amateur,
an incident, a song in all and any, or saboteur of your soul.
Again so innocent, you morphed gently in my thought,
so you can dip deeply in me perturbing all my dreams,
my judgment and my feelings, desire, sex, and love…
_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

William Fitzsimmons

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