A rush gut pull to you
Cool sip in the sun
You let me be free
I swell when you grin
Warm bomb out my eyes
Luck gave me a home in an idea
Your full name gets me weak
Yes with all the same in my knee
Let me fall to you
Nets stop me time and time over
Not now hit the dirt
Look back up to the new you sky I made
Red on the walk from my open ribs
All I want to do is live on your hand
A mark on your skin
Let me come with
A rush gut pull to you
I fell easy
Your sigh made it too hard not to
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yeah. yeah. i like your vibration. I always love reading your work. always tickled. always a bit awed as i take in your view.