MENTAL TELEPATHY
When I have filled your brain to orgasmic capacity
The music fades the worries, of another day
Softly, let me slip back into the depths of your mind
We slowly flow to the rhythm of the beat
To hauntingly linger for an eternity
When I'm four hundred, thought years from your mind
The feelings we have, will meet someday, until then
A vision from a distance, our kisses are precious memories
We were not strangers, having met somewhere before
And choreographed this perfect dance
Author: Floyd Neal
Date: May 2014
Inspiration: Dreams
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