In her dreams…

Stretch back

take off your clothes

tracing 8’s down to your toes…

 

You build a fire just to keep me warm…

 

Tingles springs

and jinglings

the tickle sations licking our spine…

 

You know I did one thing right…

 

Fit like a daydream,

you’re the one I’m walking too,

just to call it what you want…

 

just a chain around pinky…

 

trace down your esophegaus

no one needs to save you

and yet it’s you…

 

call me what you want to…

 

high above the whole scene,

it was you and only you,

and still she sets me free…

 

and still it is me…

About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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