I sit, you grasp my lip. The bus moves along, your passion is strong. I push, you pull. We see differently. I can do my brain, all are insane. Grasping me, is theory in my chest. Scratching and biting is quietly gentle. Love is a known constant, you think. I will not perge what you speak. My flesh stays whole and your cheek stays on my chest for my slumber through the night. Niagra Falls swims beneath and I break a rule quietly. It stays in fantasy and never will I speak. Learn what to be and when to be free. I am not momentary, but this may be.
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