Strip tease
Repress the seed
Spread the mountains and the seas
Do you feel the squeeze?
When hands are drawn like pistols
Adrenaline junkie dreams in cold icicle beads, lethal
Maybe we can make an earthquake on the queen's linens

Time won't tell
And neither will those sheets
Don't make them speak or dare repeat
Those soft whispers about naughty thoughts
That sticky feeling the sensations spark
When I'm not anything to you
But divine

When I become part of the
Steady smelling scenery
Fill a cabinet full of misery
Among the pills prescribed for sympathy

Simply wonderful
Dreams are yesterdays made up scenes
Visual collusions of what skin felt against lips
In perjury, silence tripped
Before a discovered truth
Every bedroom must abhor
Doubts that knock on frosted doors
Of bankruptcy in the shadows of desired needs
It was surely just a
Strip tease

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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