Unless he could leave me

In a hypnotic state, I didn’t want it.

I was looking for skate-charming.

Praying for pure thought

Because I could not focus

With his lips on my thigh.

Scheming wasn’t in my personality

But strategizing how I could

Leave him tongue tied.

On the back of his mind-

Thinking about a wify.

How he would get down on his knees-

Keep him forever-

Only to find myself buried alive

In paperwork and days dreams.

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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