As I lay upon the zebra waves, I think of ways I misbehave, I think of all my "must-be haves" and "must-be needs", on my back and on my knees, and all my dreams that I want and need to be true, Because of you, my body aches and quakes and shakes, and I know above all, those things I must haves and must need, can only be satiated by you, because if I achieve every thing that I dream, quiet every scream, wipe every tear that reamed out of face, nothing of it would matter without you in this place, torn lace, wrinkled ribbon, everything I have and will ever be given, is My decision, a Gift for You, a lift from blue, fading my depression, my sexual disgression, There is never enough repetition of these words "I am Yours.I Love You. I am Yours. I Love You". Those words flow so freely so naturally from my lips, and my body and hips can't help rocking back and forth, east, west, south, and north, while saying your name, my tongue on my teeth, saying your name feels like the only time I've ever truly felt my mouth, then I go south feeling your manhood on my tongue, so young this feeling of bliss, wondering my whole life what have I missed, as you kissed my skin, so deep, I melt such heartfelt your belt colliding on my ass, over your knee, wanting and hoping I bruise easily, filled with glee so happy, I run to the mirror to get a view clearer, seeing with awe, all the world becomes detailed, this girl her trauma derailed, she is no longer impaled, by the crazy train on the wrong tracks she used to be, a train wreck before the cliff's edge, how ironic it's massacre, because for her it's a blessing in disguise, realizing this guy's in love with her too. As I lay upon these zebra waves, his scent makes me mellow, my head on his pillow, the birds chirping outside the window a if they say, "Good Morning Babygirl, Happy Saturday, Your Sir is on his way, back to you..."
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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