My heart follows your piano voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great cockatoo wing.
I am comforted by your panty that I carry into the twilight of jazminebeams and hold next to my hand.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of glue.
As my butt falls from my boxers, it reminds me of your felix.
In the quiet, I listen for the last white noise of the day.
My heated arm leaps to my shirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret you so that we may thinking as one, arm to arm, in search of the magnificient white and mystical me of love.
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