She
She
Crystal sapphire eyes,
body of a concave lens,
looks resemble Aphrodite,
im lost in indulgence,
hands trying to get me in trouble,
thought about you from that first glance,
sized up and down you placed me into a trance,
give me a chance,
let me wake up with you draped over my shoulder,
bring you breakfast when the sky raises the sun above,
I’m lost in the thought of this, the alcohol gives me confidence,
during rejection, I get up from the count again,
move on, move on to the next hoping,
wishing, that I can lay down with my destined lover,
but a genie isn’t real, I’m living a fable,
drink and drink from a glass thoughts unstable,
receiving the wrong thoughts from my electrical cables,
enable me to leave into solitude called my house,
sleep dreaming again wishing I could take off my lovers blouse.
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