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I'm up late at night again
Scouring poetry
Getting moist to the words �
Of a man i'll never meet �
Searching for some form of connectivity �
Because real life ain't as fanciful nor eventful �
So i imagine I'm the object of his desire �
Placing myself between he and whoever � �
The poem was meant for �
Spread my legs and cream to his intent �
Just like an old school R&B joint �
Not giving a damn �
That a song is just a fucking song �
Like a poem is just another fucking poem �
It's only the after effect that matters �
When I take his words as � �
The artificial sweetener I've been yearning for �
Lusting for him when he says �
The things I wish my bae would say whenever � �
I give him a cheap suck � �
Or a cheap fuck �
While I transfer my deepest desires �
To the unknown poet � �
That breathes life into my soul �
Speaks wonderful imagery to my mind �
Fill spaces between my thighs � �
Throbbing his essence in the back end of me �
Leaving me shameless in thought �
Wondering..just wondering �
If we could ever get together one day �
Just one day �
And explore the possibilities �
Of such a thing �
If not I'll just gracefully move on to �
The next one �