LAID BACK WITHIN
Sometimes feeling inadequate,
Wanting so much but faiIing to communicate,
I lustfully wait upon my heart to dictate,
Sincerely I hope to start the engage,
Not to involve guile but invoke the flame,
That burns us both begging the same,
Hearts in a dice,doubled by game,
But wanting the same
Everyday, an honest torment to say what I feel
But seems harder whatever's been too simple
I wish to arouse your dimples
Enjoin you to laughter in a drizzle,
Slow but consistent,your constant giggle,
If only you'd read my mind
If only you'd understand my guile
I crave to feed you my grind,
For only you ,are the fruit of my kind.
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