Intellect
"Intellect"
I never knew English could feel like this...
She spreads her legs around my words and rides every verb...
Growing up, I was attracted to the finality of arithmetic,
but the idea of forever flowing with every mention of for instance has my mind exposed like an Olan Mills studio.
Strike a pose. Vogue. And do those things Madonna won't...
Man, let me put this pen away before I create a new language
and ask your lips to practice on my dialect.
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