Roadtrip
my first stop, her eyes, ignorin the road signs warning me that they hypnotise
but as i kept goin i would soon realise the hypnosis of her eyes would soon lead me to other
places other spaces before i reach my destination, which lead me to my second stop, her
lips, i shoulda known from the signs, but by the smoothness im obliged, to keep goin to see
what lies, ahead, makin my way down through the narrow road between Mt. Breasts which
were the most beautiful mountains i have ever seen, as i careen forward down to her belly
button and take a detour to a smooth curve around her hips leading down to her thighs but
as i proceed forward i reach a no trespassing sign and forced to make a U turn back to her
head and i notice a tunnel in her eyes in which i travel through, to go deeper into, my
destination true, the mind, to see the true beauty that lies ahead, the sights that i have seen
still fail in comparison to the image of her dreams in which i travel in this never-ending
roadtrip
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