and will open a little window from my haven to your flesh accommodating vague past into a fan of present so my words and your body fly gently on a clear glass in the shape of wind through my eyes,
I want to eat you full
I want to drop you in a basket of corn,
watch you enjoy my happiness with a moaning song at night,
under the stars I want to see
your shiny figure float
Yes, my darling bug
let me bug you at night to pinch and bite your nipples I
I want to make you sight.
by the Shortfellow
New York City
06/04/16
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