Gotta Go
man I dig that
ambient "hourglass"
that fresh butter bean
lipstick
your tousled feathery
yarn dirty brown hair
I dig you;
gotta run
make love to you
latter
under the sun
drenched each
gotta run
fresh strawberries and cream
on the veranda
how does that sound?
at the end of our day
gotta run
at the next of
our meeting
i'm all yours
we are ours
and i'll stay
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