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