your alchemy is plundering my common sense
and the last thing i saw i was
forgetting everything i knew
to learn the contours of your body

the wave of your pheromone hits me
like electric blood
with a sigh of blue regret
and a longing for a nameless faces

your desire is art
molding to the touch of my hand
fitting to my body with
wicked intentions

blind fingers are
tracing a ghost of memory
with fingernails that sever
late nights from wet dream

if you like the smell of clean sheets
this bed could tell you things
that would make you
think twice about sleeping

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