I like my brownies speckled lavish spectacle that utilizes retinal description for a word visual so grab your spectacles cause fact is, maybe she is HER could be my lines are blurred and I crossed the streams causing a lucid dream in which her hands mold me hold these, thoughts sent via telepathy registering, in degrees that lead to firing off molecules if it’s cool, I’d like to drink that mix of ethnicities and energy feel Common enough to “Be” royalty with this Hollywood poetry that barely anyone is noticing I guess part of it is for your soul only so let’s see what else these words can bake up Sweet Thang, no shame listening to Mary J sing while contemplating, the best way to slide this unorthodox sonnet into your pocket captured like heart lockets so check this, I’m a word specialist dropping vibes off into your solar plexus let’s just ignore that I skipped the line on love day and sent an electronic bouquet so I could say may be, when you’re not busy I could kick poems to ya while your hands shape clay.
Throw this Poetry
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